Oh hello! I see you found our apartment building.
Well come on up, and be sure to heed Skeletor’s Warning in the stairwell:
He may be rude, but he speaks the truth.
COME ON IN I’M SO GLAD YOU CAME!
Ryan is very happy to see you, too.
Oh, this? It’s just my furs.
Do you like it? I got it at an estate sale right before we left D.C., and it is fabulous. Right now I just wear it when I’m mooning around the apartment, but someday soon — oh yes, someday soon — I will wear it out and take Erdenet’s fashion scene by storm/avoid freezing my neck off on the walk to work.
So anyway, let me give you a tour:
Here’s our kitchen, which comes with many handy, fully-operational appliances. Except for the oven, which doesn’t work. It just sits there and mocks me while I dream about roasted garlic.
The door leads to our balcony, which we don’t use for anything, really. We probably should’ve spent more time out there when it was still warm.
The living room, with its plants and extremely large sofa!
Another view of the living room, with its TV and twin Chinggises! The TV gets a handful of Mongolian channels, a slightly bigger handful of Russian channels, and the Cartoon Network.
Here’s me in the bathroom, gazing at our shower.
Here’s my pride and joy, the Samsung washing machine. The first time we used it, we discovered a nice little surprise: When it’s finished with a load, it plays the exact same song that our washing machine in Korea used to play. Oh Samsung! Your beeps and boops are the soundtrack of my life.
This guy needs no introduction.
And I’d show you the bedroom, but it’s kind of messy at the moment. So here’s the view out the living room window instead:
And here’s a picture of the quivering, glistening, bloody mound of cowflesh that I bought at the market last week:
We had some of Ryan’s coworkers over for dinner last Saturday, see, and even though vegetarianism is slowly gaining currency in big cities like Erdenet, I figured we should suck it up and serve meat like good hosts. And although trimming the fat off this bad boy was somewhat traumatic, hot DAMN this (organic, free-range, steppe-grass-fed) beef made a tasty chili. I think the coworkers liked it, too. Maybe we won’t be quite so vegetarian here after all.