I couldn’t have asked for a better first weekend in my new home.  I hung out with some of my favorite people and also made a new neighborhood friend at a going-away party on Friday night.  I had people over; we watched movies and ate a bucket load of fried chicken and ice cream.  I got a shower curtain so as not to flood my bathroom every time I take a shower.  I tutored a North Korean defector who I met ten months ago and whose English has improved so much in that time span that I was genuinely amazed today (really, I thought he had a learning deficiency when I first met him).  My neighborhood friend invited me over for a home-cooked dinner tonight where he served me the most bizarre combination of gouda, fried egg, camembert, sausage, dumplings, toast, and kimchi jiggae, with red wine.  Then we decided that massages were in order and walked up to Itaewon, where I fell asleep while getting a painful massage that left me sore.  Also, I learned how to clean up cat poop because did I mention that my roommate who is in China owns a cat that I’m taking care of for a week?  Never, ever in my worst nightmare did I envision myself cleaning up cat poop, not because it’s all that disgusting but because I thought I would rather die than live with a cat again after my 2-week stay with Jann (who was my boss at the time, and whose three cats were abominably fat and creepy).  Tomorrow, it’s back to writing apps, essays, and one human rights paper, but tonight, I’m finishing up the weekend with Richard Ford’s collection of short stories.  Some day, I will look back on this time and wonder how I could have been so peacefully, blissfully wrapped up in my own world.
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I couldn’t have asked for a better first weekend in my new home.  I hung out with some of my favorite people and also made a new neighborhood friend at a going-away party on Friday night.  I had people over; we watched movies and ate a bucket load of fried chicken and ice cream.  I got a shower curtain so as not to flood my bathroom every time I take a shower.  I tutored a North Korean defector who I met ten months ago and whose English has improved so much in that time span that I was genuinely amazed today (really, I thought he had a learning deficiency when I first met him).  My neighborhood friend invited me over for a home-cooked dinner tonight where he served me the most bizarre combination of gouda, fried egg, camembert, sausage, dumplings, toast, and kimchi jiggae, with red wine.  Then we decided that massages were in order and walked up to Itaewon, where I fell asleep while getting a painful massage that left me sore.  Also, I learned how to clean up cat poop because did I mention that my roommate who is in China owns a cat that I’m taking care of for a week?  Never, ever in my worst nightmare did I envision myself cleaning up cat poop, not because it’s all that disgusting but because I thought I would rather die than live with a cat again after my 2-week stay with Jann (who was my boss at the time, and whose three cats were abominably fat and creepy).  Tomorrow, it’s back to writing apps, essays, and one human rights paper, but tonight, I’m finishing up the weekend with Richard Ford’s collection of short stories.  Some day, I will look back on this time and wonder how I could have been so peacefully, blissfully wrapped up in my own world.

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  1. socaliente said: Your life just sounds so glam. I love it <3 JEALOUS even!
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