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Do rental stories from the mission count? Ah….where to begin? My favorite place was the one in Kwang Ju (Korea). It was a 2 bedroom apartment–sort of–with barely enough room for 4 people. We housed 8 sisters there. My first night there, the sleeping accomodations were on a smelly old yo (tri-fold matress kinda thingy) out in the main room as there was absolutley no space anywhere else. This was my last area, so I had pretty much gotten over my germophobia by this time, but no way was I prepared for what was to come. Imagine trying to fall asleep after the exhaustion born of a P-Day move, only to feel the soft tickle of feathers on your face. I’m not sure how long it took me to becoming cognisant of the fact that the sweet little feather kisses were actually tiny cockroaches crawling accross my exposed skin, but OH THE HORROR!!!! The next morning I was taught that prior to opening any cabinets or drawers in the kitchen, you must first knock. I guess the idea was to let the our little roachy roomies scurry away without being seen. It’s a special kind of denial, that whole “out of sight, out of mind” mantra. Well, I never wanted to be one of “those” sisters, so I had pretty much always gone with the flow and rarely rocked the boat (purposefully anyway) but the President had to know that this was entirely unacceptable and there was no way in hell I would be staying another night in the Stephen King roach motel. I really had no choice but to make my first and only complaint call in to the office. I think the Prez’s wife nearly passed out when she came to inspect the place later that day. I opened the silverware drawer sans the warning knock for her viewing enjoyment. What I learned about cockroach infestation is that when the critters move in unison, it’s almost like a liquid symphony for the eyes–truly something to behold, however brief and creepy. We were outta there in no time flat. The next place was better. Well, ‘cept for those cat sized rats and all. But that’s another post entirely. |
My husband and I married the first part of August. He’d found us a basement studio apt. for us to sublease until I could join him and help with the apt. search (he was afraid to make a long-term commitment b/c he worried I’d hate the dumps we could afford). The place was tiny, with 6 foot ceilings. Carpet everywhere, including the bathroom (where the toilet constantly leaked and left the carpet spongy and wet-feeling all the time. But, we figured we could deal with it. |
Renee – sounds like a great mission story – I know the feeling, we used to put all of our food into the fridge except rice. When we cooked rice, we put water in the pan on the rice and the roaches floated to the top. It was a bit gross. Of course at night we would get out the hairspray and lighters and fry roaches – that was fun… JES – that is a great story. I have several good stories about newly married things but they will have to wait for a more anonymous setting. |
This is kind of off the subject, but I’m noticing a trend in young people to prefer to rent rather than buy their homes. They don’t want to go into debt and don’t see owning a home as a good investment. They’re in a lot of fear. That’s just some of the young people I know. |
annegb, Are you suggesting he should have bought this place? |
well we are DEFINITELY not going to buy this place! |