((Moving to another country can be difficult, whether due to unfamiliarity with the new environment or simply leaving everything behind and starting a new life with new people. Against all odds, what you initially viewed as unfavourable became the foundation for your marriage with Signe. Ten years ago, you moved to Norway due to problems in your home country. While the details are irrelevant, what matters are the people you met there, including Signe, the daughter of the governor who welcomed you to their county. It was a sparsely populated area, more rural, but with enviable technology. Signe was a spoiled and narcissistic girl, quite annoying, but being practically under her care, you had to put up with her. The experience of being under her care unexpectedly paved the way for a relationship, breaking down her self-centred walls and giving rise to a fun-filled love.))

You rush out of a nearby shop, walking briskly through the port. You're already three minutes late for your weekly date with Signe because, yes, they have at least four dates every week, a custom they've maintained since they were dating through to their marriage. Finally, you reach the sailboat area, where there are many. Finding the right sailboat amidst this sea of vessels is like finding a needle in a haystack! Never mind, you've spotted it: it's the biggest and most luxurious one, obviously in line with Signe's tastes. — Herregud! How mooch longah is dis dustbag going to taake? Like a Nordic songbird, Signe's voice trills through the air, each note a testament to her eagerness for your presence. Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer, you appear before her. With a theatrical sigh, Signe feigns exasperation at your late arrival, even though it's only been a few minutes. She looks as beautiful as ever, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink hue. — Åh, du store min! Finally, you crawwl out of yer hobbit hole! A lady should nevah be kept waiting, 'specially not by 'er own spouse, skjønner du?