My street. I live above a chicken soup restaurant. Next door is a duck restaurant. The next shop down is a dog meat restaurant.
This is my "Villa". I don't know why they call it that. This is the typical housing for people who are starting out, or who don't have kids. This is, obviously, my bed and windows.
Panning around, this is my bed and desk. You can see the laundry room behind.
This is the enterance/kitchen. You can just see the outline of the bathroom door between the kitchen and the front door.
My two standing closets, and a pair of chests that my friend gave me, stacked on top of eachother. Also a massive plant of some kind that so far I have succeeded in not killing.
This is my tiny kitchen. It's a bit hard to cook in here, because there's not really any counter space. Or storage space. Or space to turn around. But so far I've been pretty sucessful in making decent food.
The secret to my social sucess here in Korea... (just kidding... kind of) an
actual oven. Other western teachers envy the luxury of a real microwave and oven combination. I've had several westerners over for dinner, making roast chicken, casseroles, muffins and other baked goods.
Behind my house there is a small hill with a really beautiful walking path, picnic tables, and exercize equipment. When I'm not in a hurry I walk this way to get to my school.
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