Dennis' school sent a driver to pick us up from the airport. He could not keep a steady foot on the gas, so the ride was pretty nauseating. Our city, Bundang, is nicely lit up at night. Big, tall buildings, rolling hills and a river, but it was hard to appreciate at 2 in the morning after 14 plus hours of traveling.
One of Dennis' (soon-to-be) co-workers, Jerry, greeted us outside our building. He didn't look too happy to see us, but who would be on a Saturday night (Sunday morning) at 2am? He gave us our key card to enter the building, which didn't work (typical). And there was only one key card for the both of us, which is very inconvenient (typical) since Dennis and I work at different schools and come home at different times. Once on our floor and outside our apartment door, Jerry asked us to enter our code into the keypad, "You guys were told your code, right?" to which we answered, "Nope." Also, typical. Dennis' soon-to-be boss never gave us our door code. But we were able to call him on Jerry's cell phone to get it.
Our initial impression of the apartment... freezing, small and dirty. The guy who just moved out did not clean, was not clean and he left the window wide open. The size, however, was not his fault. Actually, I was okay with the size because my last apartment in Korea was about 200 sq. ft. My expectations were exceeded. Dennis' last apartment was quite big for a foreign teacher's apartment in Korea, so he was pretty disappointed when he saw the size of the new place. I think the dude before us smoked because the walls were black in so many areas. Sick! Probably why he had the window wide open before we got here.
I'm stopping this post here on a count of heartburn... and another episode of The Wire.
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