I did it! After years living with my parents, aged 25 I’m finally ready – financially and emotionally – to ditch my childhood bedroom and fly the nest.
That’s not to say I’m ready to live alone. Luckily for me, however, my older sister is also looking for a new place to live.
Naturally, I suggested we live together. In my mind it was a no-brainer. We are, after all, genetically conditioned to love each other. Our biology basically dictates we’d be good flatmates.
And yet, much to my surprise, my sister did not share this attitude. She wanted to go in a
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