Strange Arrival

Well the trip was pretty good. Got to see Val on my layover in LAX. Expecting some photos from that soon! The flight to Korea was actually better than the flight to LA because I had a window seat, plenty of food and drink, and some good movie selections. I watched... 4 I think. The guy next to me and I didn't start talking until the last 20 minutes of the 11 hour flight but he seemed really nice and said people would love me here. They served 2 full meals and also a half sub in between.

Waiting in the immigration line the guy in front of me was super annoying. It was a long wait and our line was going to slowest. I was so glad to get away from him until I realized the guy holding up a sign with my name was also holding up a sign with his name. I had momentary panic going... OH NO! A year with this guy! But then he got taken somewhere else. The drive from the airport was an hour and a half. I wanted to look at everything but by the time we really got into the city I got narcoleptic-like tiredness and kept clonking out every few minutes and then bringing myself back to life. I only slept about 3 hours on the LA flight and maybe 1 on the Korea flight. But that's good because its about 10 pm here so I'll def be on their schedule now.

The guy that picked me up hustled me up to my apartment and once everything was in just closed the door on me with a half wave. And here I am. Plugged into this internet I'm not sure I'm even supposed to be using. Guess I'll find out soon enough. Hopefully if it's canceled it just wouldn't work and I'm not wracking up and silly charges.

I picked up the wall phone just to see if there was a dial tone and this funny little song played and then a man said hello in Korean and I got confused and hung up. Probably pretty rude of me...

The apartment is pretty similar to the ones I saw in photos only there is a small room where the bed and closet is and then the living room has another fold out bed in it. Maybe it is the same apartment layout and the guy just put his bed in the big room. Ceilings are lower than I thought so I'm not sure about doing poi in here. I'll just have to use them short. There is a washer on the balcony and a drying rack. Yay, no laundry mat.

The apartment kind of feels like a submarine. I don't know why.

There are odd remnants of teachers past. I wonder if the girl that just moved out is going to come back for anything. There is tons of alcohol and a few DVDs, some art, magazines, etc.

There are no drapes on the bedroom windows. And only 2 bamboo covers for the sliding glass door that don't cover it all. I am a weirdo about privacy so this has to change asap. Wish I had brought the wonderful beach blanket (piece of fabric from Philly) or the Brazilian flag sarong I was eying in my old closet but I literally was exactly 50 pounds on each suitcase after taking many things out I didn't want to so...

I was told playing my instruments would be no problem as far as sound but I can hear pots and pans clanging in the apartment next to mine... or maybe upstairs? I can't tell. Anyhow, I'm sure they will hear me belting it... Oh well.

Ok I can't make this entry very exciting I'm too delirious. But good news is I don't have to work tomorrow I think... My boss said he's going to pick me up around 1. To do what I'm not quite sure. I'll just dress appropriately just in case. Babbling incoherently.