Realizing that I have never actually posted any pictures of my apartment, I thought now would be a good time to do so, as my apartment is all Christmas-ified and reasonably clean (nobody wants to wake up on Christmas to filth and grime).
It's a bit sparce, but it's a palace compared to what the place was in my first month here, when I was literally living out of my suitcase and the only piece of furniture was my bed.
Which you see here:
A vastly uncomfortable sleeping station until I was struck by the idea to buy a new comforter and use the old one as a mattress pad. Now this is where I have the occasional dream of my students attacking me. The slanted ceiling creates excellent acoustics for rain. 
I bought this set of drawers from a nearby market. They are very light, but the vendor insisted on pushing them behind me on a cart as I awkwardly led him to my apartment building, where he ran them upstairs and left them outside my door without another word.
This door leads to my balcony, and then my laundry room, but it was too dark to take pictures of those. Another time.
My little Christmas tree, which I am quite pleased with.
Pretty lights.
The kitchen, where very little cooking actually occurs.
Lots of coffee is made in this place.
My guitar sits in this corner until I decide to play it. Also, my books, and a plant that I am probably getting closer to killing every day.
The bathroom. That is boring. Note the shower, though.
My reading/movie watching/reading the news while drinking a cup of coffee area. Apparently, cheap pillows only come in primary colors in South Korea.
That's the basic tour. I really need to get some more decorations up in here, but I'm pretty happy with the place for now. Just thought I'd give you a little visual of the homestead...
Annyong he kahseyo.
1 comment:
Wait, so where does the water go when you take a shower?
Obviously, I am just now getting around to reading your blog, since I decided at the beginning that if I didn't read about your experiences in Korea, you weren't actually IN Korea but, rather, were in Portland where we could actually see you. That self-deception seems to have lasted me quite some time, but I can no longer avoid the obvious.
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