Well… where do I begin? Sunny old England is all starting to seem like a distant memory already. Having stalked (Ok, I admit that I was the one who did most of the stalking) numerous other people living in Korea, we were somewhat apprehensive about the size of our apartment. The idea of the two of us shuffling around each other in a small box for a year was not too appealing, so we were very relieved when we opened the door to our third floor apartment (which is actually second floor, by proper English flooring standards) and found that we had two small bedrooms as well as a living area and bathroom. It’s pretty nice, despite being covered floor to ceiling (yes, ceiling) in pink wallpaper! We’ve had a few teething problems; firstly our bed kept collapsing onto the floor in the middle of the night which was a bit of a shock, but Alan seems to have fixed that. Our bathroom also takes a bit of getting used to, as the shower drenches the entire room and if we forget to switch the setting back to washbasin after use, we risk being drenched in water, fully dressed, when trying to wash our hands. A lesson that I have had to learn the hard way (twice!) As for the washing machine, it seems to be very advanced and technical, unfortunately we can’t understand what anything is. I pressed buttons until water came out and the things seem to be clean (just wish I could remember what I did).
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