Flatmates

The flatmates... minus the boys

It's pretty common knowledge that living in a shared house with people can be frustrating but it can also be weird and funny. 

I'm currently sharing a house with two English girls who share and room, a guy from Colombia and a guy from Mexico who also share a room. And I share a room with my friend Manon.

The house... complete with boys collection of bottles

House from the side

My most common complaint is the dishes. Obviously no one ever does them. The sink always looks like this.

Barf.

It seems impossible for the kitchen to stay clean for longer than half the day. The fridge is gnarly and occasionally leaks fridge juice on the floor.

Dont step in the fridge juice....

Right now I'm currently sharing a tiny room with Manon. I hang my towels in the bathroom because there isn't room for them in my tiny room. For the last couple of days my towels have been the only ones in the bathrooms and it really worries what everyone is doing with my towels. One day I came home and one of my towels was on the floor like a bathmat, and there are like 5 real bathmats under the sink. (One of my roommates is a cleaner at a hotel and brought home a bunch of bath mats from work). But really, what else are they doing to my towels if they are using them as bathmats.... So gross. 

The best though was last week when I had to apologize to one of my guy flatmates because he wasn't able to have sex in my living room. On a couch that I sit on all the time. What happened was the boys who camped in my yard during their hike a couple weeks came back to Queenstown for a few nights. They asked to camp in the yard again and told them yes. We went out for a few beers and when we came home I assumed they would set up their tents but they actually just slept in the living room. One of my boy flatmates came home at four in the morning with a nice lady friend he met at the bars. Since he shares a bed with the other guy in the room I guess he was planning on 'hanging out' with her in the living room but my friends were sleeping in there. He was super drunk and  became pretty angry when he discovered my friends on the couch. I woke up to some loud voices but didn't really understand what was going on. The next day my friends sleeping in the living room explained to me the situation. I felt bad because the guy doesn't bring home ladies that often so I sent him a message apologizing for my friends sleeping in the living room. Turns out he was drunk enough that he didn't remember it and wasn't mad at all. 

The infamous living room