Moving In

Finally! My stuff arrived. I actually feel like I have a home, a place of my own. Two months without anything but a chair, TV, and a bed wore me down. I didn't realize how worn down until I saw my stuff coming up the ladder. I just felt better.

The way the Koreans move stuff into apartments is impressive. I live on the fourth floor which is the top floor. Before my boxes arrived, the housing staff had attached a ladder to my balcony with a mechanical platform.

The view from my balcony looking down the ladder to the platform.

When the truck arrives, they unload onto the platform and up it goes. It is really kind of cool. I have seen similar ladders used as high as 10 stories.

45 boxes coming up.

The movers said they would arrive around 1 p.m. At 5:30 p.m. they get to my place. The first order of business was to move my current bed from the second largest room to the smallest. The movers kindly agree, and the bed fits perfectly. Nothing else will, but it is perfect for the guest bed. I have to go to a faculty dinner at 6:15. The building manager says he will check that all the boxes have arrived. So off I went.

I was a little nervous coming home. 45 boxes seemed like a lot. Would my sofa fit? Would my bed fit? Here are some pictures of what I saw.

My Kitchen table also known as the peanuts arena.

Now this is the way to move. Go to dinner. Come back, and everything is set up. Nice. My bed fits perfectly in the master bedroom. There is a separate air conditioner in there. Absolutely perfect. The sofa is just right for the living room. My daughter is a genius! She suggested getting a sofa in the States and have it shipped. I only had the sofa a day before it was on its way to Korea. The wait was way too long, but it was the right move.

It is funny how the mind works... at least how my mind works. The most imperative thing in my mind when moving in was to move the guest bed to the smallest room. When I got back and saw how little space my computer desk uses, I couldn't understand why freeing up space in the second largest room was so important. Then I saw the small bookshelves that double as a night stand in the master bedroom, and I remembered. There was some talk of having a study/sewing room. I had forgotten the 'why' but remembered it being important. I am still adjusting to having loved and it not working out. Oh well, on to problems I can actually solve like which side of the sofa should I recline on.

This decision is not so easy.