Kimchi, not for me

Thursday afternoon we had a sofa...

Wait, wait. Sorry for the interruption. A car outside my apartment just started honking his horn. And by "honking," I mean, "possibly fell asleep while laying directly on top of it." It was long enough that, as I was typing the above sentence, I stopped to count (the old 1-Mississippi, 2-Mississippi way). Now remember, I already started mid-blare, and I made it to 12-Mississippi! There was easily six or seven Mississippis before I started counting. I understand that the point of a horn is to generally make your presence known and to express displeasure and/or anger and/or rage (though that last one seems quite rare here in Korea). But laying on the horn for 20 seconds straight??? That's just obnoxious. Anyway, as I was saying...

delivered. Not just a sofa though...also a closet (clothes hung up?! What a concept!) and a bookcase. So now our apartment actually feels like a home. I think up to this point it's been kind of like a guesthouse that we were temporarily living in (wait...but that's kinda what it is anyway). But now it feels like *our* home. And that's nice. Doubly nice is that I unpacked all my winter clothes. It's not winter here yet, but I can wear long sleeved shirts with push up-able sleeves during the day...and actually use the sleeves down in the mornings and evenings. Such a far cry from Florida, where I'm quite certain when I left in 2004, my warmest piece of clothing was my FBTC sweatshirt. It's quite nice and homey here now...if you're ever in the neighborhood, you should stop by. :)