dusty spring

i'd been going for a few hours when a pang of fear hit me. maybe i had the black lung.

at some stage, the apartment had taken on visual similarity to the garbage scene from Star Wars.
'There's something alive down here.'
'It's your imagination.'
'Something just brushed against my leg!'

we got stuck in and cleaned the place somewhat last night. it went into the wee hours and continued into the not so wee hours. Brian accumulated 12000 won in small coins (about US$13) from sweeping and cleaning his room, which is the exact price of home delivered fried chicken. so that happened at around 2am.

i moved some furniture around in my room so i now have more space. i bought a shelf rack for 16000 won, which was weird. i spent a bunch of time at Emart looking at the selection. the metal racks were too crappy and i wanted something decent, so i went for one of the wood options. i've only got a few more months left, so at first i didn't want to spend the money on something i wouldn't use in the future. somewhere between the shelving displays and the check-out counter, i bought it with intentions to use it again next year.

it felt like a turning point. i actually have 'stuff' here. there's a bike, a helmet, shelves. i bought a new basket for crayons at work too. wow, sometime last night, i got serious about having a future in this country. maybe only for another year, but that's still a year.

oh yeah, my room was really dusty and it's definitely springtime.