Today I moved from my first, small and scary apartment to my larger, scary one.
The first thing I would like to say on the matter is that owning less is far better than owning more. It took maybe 2 hours of effort to throw everything into suitcases. Packing up our American apartment took weeks and we left it unfinished (thanks again to our parents for cleaning up after us). I look forward to going through the things that I packed up and stored when we finally make it back State side and getting rid of even more stuff. How many pairs of socks does one person need? How many pairs of pants? How many cardigans? OK, that last one is a trick question. You can never have enough cardigan sweaters. Of all the things that this first month in Korea has taught me, the thing that will become habit for the rest of my life is that less is more.
The second thing I would like to take note of is English teachers’ habit of leaving a mess for the next guy to clean up. I don’t know who started this tradition, but I don’t care for it one bit. The girl who moved out of this new apartment so she could teach in Seoul left us a full house. I don’t know what is staying and what is going and though she isn’t here to ask, her cellphone is. No way to call and ask if she’d like us to take the sheets off the bed. We cleaned up so that the new teacher could move into the place that we are leaving. I’d be embarrassed to let her walk into the mess we’d been wallowing in. Anyway, I’ll have to pack up someone else’s things so she can get them out of my home please. I’ve already resigned myself to the idea that I will be doing her dishes for her.
The new place is much bigger. I can see that past the mess that needs to be tidied there is a cute apartment underneath. It’s really large by Korean standards. There are two rooms, and I’m not even counting the bathroom, which doesn’t have a sink. I’ll still be using a mini-fridge, but the king of all mini-fridges. My living room, kitchen and laundry room are all one in the same. The place comes with an inflatable Carona bottle that’s as tall as me. I don’t know what about moving to Korea puts teachers back in the collegiate spirit.
Fortunately, the new teacher, even newer than we are, is a dream. Her boyfriend came in from Seoul and they helped us move our stuff down the street. Amber is the new, and only other, girl instructor at our school. She is sweet and outgoing. I’m one lucky Yankee to score such a cool Kiwi.