Perhaps it is human nature for the events surrounding a big change to seem surreal.
For a cloud of numb apathy to settle around your brain, in hopes of preventing sensory over load.
This continues for awhile and then shiz gets real.
It's inevitable.
This Saturday I moved into a new apartment. On the 15th floor, no less.
The place is spacious and has heated floors, yesssssss. Poor circulation be damned, my feet will not freeze this winter!
Shortly after moving in, I bought my first plant (a darling yellow kalanchoe)
and had my first pizza in the new hood. At a joint aptly named, Pizza school.
side note: there is an unending supply of korean businesses with english names.
usually a conglomeration of somewhat random nouns.
examples:
skin food (cosmetics store)
noodle tree house ( mostly the first one)
mr. pizza love for women ( a pizza joint con salad bar complete with raw crab and no lettuce)
sexy cookie (there is no baking there)
salad bar and party (still not sure)
sand and food (sandwich cafe)
thinking is real (interior design company)
1% premium space (upscale clothing store)
dear baby (possibly infant stationery)
crocodile lady (circus sideshow outfitters)
Back to pizza school : had your standard cheese pizza with sweet potato, corn, onions, and a marinara sauce that quite possibly contained both honey mustard and barbeque sauce. surprisingly delicious.
During the meal, two separate rounds of teenage korean girls sat next to us and struck up conversation.
The second group was extremely complimentary. Apparently Korean tweenagers are BIG fans of blue eyes.
Sunday was spent cooking and wandering.
We happened upon fall colors, an impromptu market, and a group of rowdy boys.
Tomorrow the training wheels come off and I will be left to educate, herd, and prevent general disarray of approximately 50 eager young Korean minds for six hours. Alone. Wish me more than luck.