I Live in a Shoebox

So I have been pretty happy with my place since getting here. It was bigger than I thought it would be. I have a separate kitchenette from my room, complete with a wash machine (though I still can't figure it out being that it is all in Korean and the cycle seems to vary from 20 minutes to 3 hours depending on its temperment). Last week my boss finally got me my table and chairs so my bed no longer doubles as my desk, eating area and sitting area. I have arranged the furniture a bit better so it feels somewhat homey, and I can clean the entire place, floors, bathroom, dishes, etc in under thirty minutes.

Yesterday I went to my friend's place who also has a single flat; however, his is a palace compared to mine. He has two massive rooms, a huge bathroom, air conditioning, and his crappy linoleum is at least a little more stylish than my crappy yellow stuff.

And any time we've gone out with people and they ask about my apartment I say it is pretty good and nice when in fact I have a 'ghetto' apartment and one of the ones that people pray not to get!