Kimchi, not for me

My sister asked me to take pictures of my apartment because she wanted to see them, so I thought I'd post them on here just for fun. Here you go.

The pictures got all out of order when I was trying to post them, so just bear with me here.

This is the view of my apartment from the door. It's a one-room apartment, so from here you can see the refrigerator (next to the wardrobe thingy on the right-hand side) and also the sliding glass doors (far right) onto the patio where my washing machine and other various junk is kept. Also, there is a tie-dye shirt on the window sill because when I open the outer window (with the frosted glass) Daive sits there and looks out the regular window. Note also the beach picture (which you can only barely see), its a picture I took in Tel Aviv and is GORGEOUS. I'll try to scan it and post it.
This is the view from the kitchen. I wish there was a better view of the bookcase, because that's the bookcase I carried for half a block and up one flight of stairs by myself. The big comfy chair likewise was salvaged from the streets, but Kylie helped me get it up here. The computer chair too, now that I think about it, was rescued from the streets by Kylie and Donovan for me. Koreans throw out perfectly good stuff. (So then I take it, disinfect it, and live happily ever after.)
This is the view from the top of the (43) stairs (I've climbed them multiple times a day for nine months, it's only natural I got bored enough to count). Only usually my door isn't open and my cat doesn't have a lampshade collar on his head. Do note the little marble space in the apartment that is lowered, that is the shoe home. Koreans don't wear shoes inside, so they stay in this space, where they trap the dirt and such that is carried on them. The bag is full of recycling, which I have proven time and time again that I am unable to remember to take downstairs everyday. The big cabinets are maybe supposed to hold shoes, but that's not what I use them for. (At least not just shoes.)
This is my home. #402, at the top of the 43 stairs.
This is my bathroom, which serves the dual purpose of being the cat's room at night (hence the kennel top with a sheet in it on the floor). There's no stall for showering, it's just a handle out of the wall and everything gets wet. There is a cabinet above the toilet, but I didn't take a picture of it because it's so full of stuff and ugly.


That's all. I could've taken a pic of the kitchen (but it was too dirty and I haven't done my dishes in an embarrassingly long time), or of the porch (but it was cluttered and really, who cares), but I decided it wasn't worth the effort. Welcome to my home!