BigHominid's Hairy Chasms: a last look

Along with taking pics of The Crêpe Guy on February 2, there was one other thing I did on Groundhog Day, and that was to take some pics of my humble yeogwan as I was boxing everything up in preparation for my move to Goyang. Here are those pics, from ten days ago. Hover your cursor over the images to see their captions.

A shot of my bed, covered in boxes that I pilfered from off the street. No shortage of empty cardboard boxes in downtown Seoul, let me tell you.

A shot of my bed, covered in boxes that I pilfered from off the street. No shortage of empty cardboard boxes in downtown Seoul, let me tell you.

In this shot, I'm standing at the extreme end of my hovel, opposite the door. As you can see, sort of, I have almost no floor space. The floor is dominated by the too-large bed and the grey bookshelf to the left. Note the vertical lamp, which I acquired for the American price of $45—something of a rarity in Seoul, where most vertical lamps retail for a ridiculous $70-$90.

A better shot of the small strip of floor space that was available to me. I did a lot of crab-walking in my place, but for the most part I was either on the bed or in the bathroom.

A shot of my weak-ass A/C, my hanger rack, and more boxes. I ended up not having to use about half the boxes I'd collected, which felt very suspicious to me, given that I'd brought fifteen boxes with me from Hayang, by way of Garak-dong.

Another shot of the clutter. You see my leaky fridge, the grey bookshelf, Charles's oven (a birthday gift from 2013—still unused), assorted knickknacks, and my printer, barely visible in its blue Samsung box, at the bottom of the shot.

A similar shot, portrait-style, that reveals my electric space heater.

A shot inside my bathroom, with my underwear tastefully mosaicked out. The shower area was slightly raised, and I almost slipped and fell a few times because of slick soap and shampoo running off my body and onto the tile. What's not obvious is that the raised area is somewhat sloped, thus increasing the potential for slippage. I had nightmares of cracking my hip or opening my skull on the hard edge of that platform. Luckily, nothing ever happened, and my NEW bathroom is mostly flat, with no raised area, thank Cthulhu.

More random crap sitting next to my big bookshelf.

A shot of my narrow floor space, taken while standing next to the bathroom entrance, the front door at my back.

A better shot of my bed, laden with boxes. The electric heating pad died on me a couple months before I left the place, thus necessitating the purchase of the heater. The yeogwan ajeossi groused that I should have told him about the problem, but I didn't want to complain. Oh, yes: my laptop is sitting next to my bed, mounted on an overturned wastebasket. When you live in cramped conditions, you have to improvise or go slowly insane.

So that's what things looked like a few days before I got the hell outta there. I hope this gives you an idea of what my living conditions were like for six months. I'm amazed that I survived that stint without going nuts: architecturally speaking, I'm a big fan of huge, airy, vaulted spaces. My ideal living situation would be a capacious loft apartment that I own, complete with its own gym; a huge, world-class kitchen area; and sleeping units and couches ringing the edge. That, or a large, high-ceilinged mansion out in the middle of nowhere—on a mountainside, maybe, close to a lake and some rivers—with bears patrolling the environs, and no neighbors except for some very hot, very lonely young women looking for a little fireside comfort during the winter. Basically: the opposite of what I just lived in for half a year.

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1 comment:

CharlesFebruary 12, 2015 at 12:06:00 PM GMT+9
In that photo of your laundry rack, I'm going to assume that the bit you mosaicked out is, in fact, the entrails of some alien that you stalked and killed late at night in some back alley.

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a last look

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