I have survived the nightmare known as the move from hell. I honestly have nothing good to say about this move, but I can say that the place and the neighbourhood is okay . . . once I overcame a major hurdle in regards to room choices. But first, let me say that moving from a big apartment to a much smaller house was really difficult. Read on about my wild experiences!
The movers came and packed up our stuff, but they fell behind schedule because we had far too many things. We also had to trash a lot of our possessions — I had to say farewell to my bed, desk, and armchair. When it was time for them to break for lunch, Daddy and I stayed behind to watch our stuff that wasn’t loaded on the truck, and I helped scrubbed down our stove we had rented. When the movers came to pick up the rest of our things, Daddy and I finally had a bit of respite. We had our first meal of the day at 4:00pm, and then we went to our new place.
Prior to the move, I’d not seen the inside of our new place. I was only told that the place was smaller, with three bedrooms all varying in size. Naturally, Daddy claimed the largest bedroom, and then there was the medium-sized room and the smallest room. I found out that Mum had given me the smallest room and claimed the larger room to store her refrigerator, freezer, kimchi refrigerator, wardrobe, and glassware cabinet. Oh, let me make it clear that there is also a refrigerator in the kitchen. Anyway, the room I was given was so small that I had no room for my computer or piano after I were to put a bed in the room.
Suffice to say, I was upset. It made no sense for the larger room to be used as a huge storage room, a room nobody was going to even use as a bedroom. It made more sense to give me the larger room, and I honestly felt like Mum cherished her darn refrigerators and freezer over me. When I brought all of this up, Mum claimed that the smaller room wouldn’t fit all of her stuff, while I argued it would.
A couple of days later, my maternal aunt came by, and she was shocked by how small my room turned out to be after I’d tried my best to organise it a bit. She decided that I had to have the larger room, so she teamed up with me to convince Mum to do so. In the end, Mum agreed to switch. I am now happier with my larger room!
Organising and Observations
Now it was time to organise my room, which was not an easy task! I was able to organise my mangas, films, and games onto the bookcases I have. I set up my TV and game station on my large dresser. We bought a new couch/futon for my bed, and a secondhand desk that I found at a secondhand store. As of writing this right now, I am still waiting on the bed, but once that is in, I can finally organise everything. So far, I am quite satisfied with what I’ve done in a room that is about half the size of my old one.
But the house as a whole is quite old and junky. There are ants in the shower room and the storage room. The shower room has a shower and a sink, the master bedroom bathroom just has a toilet and nothing else, and the laundry room has the washer, dryer, toilet, and sink — all of which boggles my mind. The kitchen cabinet doors are malfunctioning, and all the lightswitch panels are taped to the walls. Lastly, we’re not allowed to put anything on our walls, so we’re not able to personalise this place. Thank goodness, my parents are renting only for a year.
Our place aside, I like this neighbourhood, and I’ve been wandering around checking what it offers. I am happy that there is a supermarket one minute away and a coffee shop two minutes away. There are plenty of buses I can take to nearby areas, including my old neighbourhood. There are a plethora of restaurants, and I happen to be near the “chicken street”. The house and I had a horrible start, but the area has won me over.
Anyway, that’s enough from me about this moving madness. I’ll be heading to Guam soon, and when I return, I’ll resume my normal blogging activities. Until next time!