I spared no expenses. (Hold on to yer butts)

So we're in our apartment now - we're home. It has been an exciting journey, but we finally had to leave the hotel we were staying in (and say goodbye to the ladies' badminton practice held in our motel's parking lot) to move to a place we can call home. Our apartment is situated on the sixth floor of some building that looks like a lot of other buildings in the city. Coming out of the elevator we are the first apartment - which, naturally, has its pros and cons. For example, we don't have to walk down the long hallway to get to our apartment; on the flipside, every time someone walks by our apartment the automatic lights in the hall turn on (and light leaks into our bedroom). Oh, well.

Our place was an empty, barren, desolate landscape with wallpaper everywhere. Well, it may not be that bad, but I like to be dramatic, sometimes. (Of course, once I get some dinosaur wallpaper on each wall, this is going to be one kick-Jurassic apartment!) Once we got into our apartment, we set our bags down, got some information from our Co-Director, Tim, and then got busy. Becky, of course, went straight to work trying to make the place look like home - by unpacking our fresh, new pillows.



I immediately went to work trying to decipher the cryptic language of the rice-cooker, so we could get some lunch cooking. Dictionary? Check. Rice-cooker in a foreign language? Check. A 10kg bag of white rice? Check. Luckily, two fresh eggs were left in the fridge from the previous tenants, Amy and Liam, so we were able to add a little substance to the rice. Here are the before and after pictures, just so you can feel like you were in the apartment with us (if you have 3D glasses, now would be the time to use them).

Becky started getting our new bed situated - but the only problem is the sheets we lugged around with us all the way from Minnesota don't quite fit the bed...

...but it looks fine, right!? Exhausted, we made some ramen noodles, got a pitcher (1600ml plastic bottle) of beer, and relaxed. Here is Becky's ramen relaxation station:


As for me? Becky said I don't get to eat dinner or drink beer until this blog post is done, so...it's done.



P.S. For some of you, the following image means nothing. For others, it means everything. Read it and weep.