I like my apartment in some ways. It is new, for one thing, just about a year old. I have lived in some truly scummy Korean apartments, so it is quite nice to be in a new one. I actually have a sink in my bathroom, which is a first for me (I'm on my 5th apt.), though that may not be so much due to the newness of this place as to poor design factors.
But one thing that bothers me is that my washing machine is in my kitchen, and there is an installed drying rack (good idea) attached to the kitchen ceiling (horrible idea).
Perhaps if I didn't like to cook it wouldn't matter so much, but I do steam and fry and other stress-relieving tastebud-tingling things, and, after going through last summer--a long hot and humid period--without cooking any meat or fish, I have found myself eating more of both.
Obviously I don't want my clean, fresh clothes to soak up the various oils and smells that float through the air, so when I am cooking I have to temporarily remove my drying garments from the rack and put them on my bed until I get the kitchen aired out.
An alternative would be to purchase a drying rack and put it in the living room+bedroom, which has been my normal past practice (as if I had a choice, clothes dryers being non-existent in Korea). Yeah, I could do that. But then I see other new buildings near mine that have a separate clothes drying area next to the kitchen, and I think, "Hey, why can't that be me?"
I try to avoid the 'grass is always greener' mentality, but sometimes it kicks in . . . but, hey, if that is all I have to complain about (today) then life is pretty good.
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