For four weeks I've been living temporarily. I still don't have much food, I haven't yet done any household chores and until today I had only done that one load of laundry. And the room was a yellow box where I slept on borrowed sheets and kept my cup and alarm clock on the floor because the set up made sure there was no where else to put them.
After lunch with Heather and Rebekah at Everest (the Indian restaurant that at once makes me happy and homesick) we all trekked over to E-mart and I faced the music in the bedding section. Choices are limited here, to say the least. What I ended up with was blue sheets and pillow case, but a white duvet cover. It looks good. A shot of ice to the otherwise warm and sandy space.
I feel better now, sitting on my little iceberg bed looking out at this room that feels mine now that my hands have changed so much. My hands have created this space. Now it's mine. Or will be soon. Now it will be harder to leave it. So I guess this means I'm actually doing this Korea-for-a-year thing. Wow.
I know exactly what you mean... I have been in LA for less than a week and I don't believe yet that I'm going to be here for a year. I have made my apartment home, it's comfortable, but it's still just barely a living space, I have a blow-up bed for a mattress and am living out of my suitcases still...
ReplyDeletedude, i know what you mean, too. i'm jealous of you that you get to furnish your room and otherwise leave your mark! that is one of the downsides of busting into another family's life--on one hand, it's nice to have it done already, but at the same time it leaves things less permanent and reinforces the fact that my stay here is only temporary. i'm glad that you finally feel like you are making the space your own!
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