So finally, after much confusion and many problems, moving day came. I ended up moving onto the same subway line as my school so I don’t have to take the bus in the morning anymore which I think is super sweet.
The co-teacher that helped me move didn’t drive his car because when we ordered the movers we only asked for one…well two showed up so there now wasn’t enough room for us in the truck…which would have been pretty akward so I’m not crying about it.
So we catch this cab (which, by the way are MAD cheap here) and we drive over to the new apartment. On the way “Hotel California” comes on the radio and the driver turns up the radio and I was like “sweet, I haven’t heard this song in ages, this is so random and hilariously awesome” and I’m like rocking out silently in the back seat…then my coteacher was like “yeah he turned it up for you. Good moving song huh?” And RIGHT then it gets to the “you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave” part and I was like…uuhhh, yeah. Awesome moving song.
But yeah, the cab cost like 6,600…so just over $6 dollars and I think it was something like a 15 minute car ride…I didn’t really watch the time but it was a ways. I was impressed. I had like 20,000 ready to go and I was ready to dig out more…surprise! I knew they were cheap but damn.
Oh, and the moving truck was super sweet. Every truck I’ve ever seen for moving back home opens in the back. Period. No, no, no. Not here. this opened in the back but also opened on the sides like a utility truck, so the entire side swung up (great for keeping my stuff dry in the rain today) and it made loading it SOOO damned easy I can’t even tell you. Ok, I guess I can. It was SOO damned easy. AND I was quoted 80,000 for one person and the truck. Randomly a second person shows up so I don’t know if they didn’t charge and I just tipped or if they asked for only 20,000 more but whatever. It cost me 100,000 for two movers and the truck, and we were done in like an hour and a half including the ride over. And then for 4,400 the gas man showed up and turned on the gas in my apartment…and he came 2 1/2 hours earlier after we called because we finished so fast.
I don’t really like how my desk is set up…but I have limited options (I’ll post a picture eventually…) So that’s a mission for another day. For now I have a basic idea on how to use my AC, I know how to use my hot water heater and I’m pretty sure my water will stay hot tonight…
and I have a bidet.
A creepy ass bidet.
Ok, so they did a SUPER awesome job of cleaning my apartment, then I go in my bathroom and SURPRISE. Ok, first I feel like they’re at a weird angle…second…it squirst WATER and you **** and ****** and well you get the picture…
I dunno, I know most people love them once they try them…but I’m still skeeved out. I haven’t gotten up the guts to try a squatter yet either.
I also have a strange peek-a-boo kitchen. Like, it’s in a closet…with closet doors. I don’t get it. Maybe so if guests come over and you forgot to do dishes you can be like, “Sorry, kitchen’s closed. Come back tomorrow.”
Due to the closet nature of my kitchen there is also VERY little counter space…I haven’t decided what to do about that yet.
This place is small but cozy, it’s cute, has AWESOME windows (I’m like way too excited about these windows in an unhealthy and unneccssary way) but they tip in to keep rain out AND swing open for those days that you just need a good breeze. Freaking awesome. I couldn’t really tell today because it was rainy and crappy but appearently I also face the south, meaning good light coming in…and they’re like big windows. Now if only I could find the trash room…
So this place is smaller than the other one, but it feels home-y-ier (I couldn’t find a way to make it look right and I INSIST that it is homier…)
So I looked it up like a tool, just to make sure there wasn’t a correct spelling I wasn’t using…and I used the New Oxford American Dictionary because I have no inernet and can’t use something trustworthy like Wikipedia or Urban Dictionary… Yeah so there’s no home-y anything but there is homie…
hom-ie /’home/ (random letters included that I can’t type on here…) (also hom-ey)
-n. (pl. hom-ies) [informal] a homeboy or homegirl.
Yup and on that note, peace out homies. Homeslice.
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