Okay this place is palatial. Here it is.

View of the apartment from the nook to the left of the door.

Living Room, first door on the right. Look at that couch!!

I love the fact that my shower no longer drenches my toilet or vanity!!

Last door on the right, James was kind enough to get me that far table for extra counter space. No excuse not to cook now.

Last door on the left. Kelly's room to be!

(The Office waiting for it to be clean before I take that picture.)

My new bedroom, yes I brought my comforter. First door on the left.

So Apartment 202 is my new home. The size sure makes me feel alone at times but Kelly will soon fill it! I still hesitate and start to knock when I get to the door thinking it is Dantzelle’s house or I skip the second floor altogether.

I can’t believe I can now say I’ve had my own place, and have moved on to my second. I’m not going to lie I’m thrilled I’m getting Kelly as a room mate soon. Not sure I could say that line with too many people, lets face it I’m not a sharer and LOVE my personal space.

So mixed feelings about leaving 401, I came to love the small cozy feeling. It was a perfect fit for a single person and once the radiators were turned on I can happily add cozy to the list of outstanding qualities. I remember my first Lego dream mansion and thinking wow, way to many rooms to clean. I guess it never hit me as a kid once you get a house with that many rooms you usually can afford the maid to clean it. But lets face it I would rather take the loft, clean myself and spend the extra cash on traveling. So goodbye small apartment, with one hour Saturday Cleaning Sessions.

Some things I will miss…

• the free daily, mandatory stair work out.
• quick and easy cleaning.
• the security that comes from knowing if anyone makes it to the fourth floor window three other apartments have most likely been robbed and the cops are on their way.
• (doubt this one is true but is a white lie I kept telling myself) you are above the heavy dust levels.
• No one can look into your apartment, unless they are 300 yards away and by then the view is fuzzy.
• the view of down town Weifang, lit up on a clear night.

No worries I will soon have a list of what I love about living in my new apartment.

So the final round of pictures, wipe a tear.

One last glance around the apartment, with all my stuff out it just doesn't feel the same.

I'm not sorry to leave the chairs in exchange for a couch.

Stripped clean. The bedding went to a student living down in the office, long story.

There is just something so sad about darkened rooms...

would anyone like their number?

Merry Maids of China

I should have taken before and after shots or at least the process. Katie and Thomas through insanity, is my only guess, agree to help me clean and move in.  The came over around 11am and stuck it out til the bitter end at 7pm. Those two can clean an apartment like professionals. They are so organized and thorough. By the end of the day we figured he could count half a year done for home-teaching.  

They dusted, swept, scrubbed, mopped, wiped down, sprayed down and cleaned out. It was such a relief, I was able to pack, arrange, transfer and move. Yes, my list was a lot easier for that I apologized profusely. I know I will never be able to repay Thomas fully for scrubbing the bathroom floor. Really could I please find a guy that is able oh and willing to do that.

By the end we had taken out 3 loads of garbage, done 6 loads of laundry:bedding, rags and towels and moved just about every piece of furniture in the apartment.

The topper of the day though had to be beating the rug. Katie and I took the rug outside and threw it over some exercise equipment across the courtyard. (I promise to add pictures later) Both of us where in short sleeves, and flip-flops from cleaning indoors. We were quite a sight to be seen beating a rug outside with a broom in 30* weather. Of course 3 different students passed and asked what I was doing, I would have figured that was obvious but hey when the Americans do something it is always a spectacle. Thomas came out to join us and we all took turns whacking that thing. Boy is beating a rug therapeutic. I love that scene in the new Sense and Sensibility when Eleanor takes a good whack at the rug, really it helps.

Once all the cleaning was done I told them their slave hours were over but they still offered to remain and help move the last of my things down. Troopers to the end. Thanks to them it was all done by 7.

Unfortunately, the customary doughnuts and take out pizza was unavailable for the moving crew but we were able to settle for McDonald’s after a long day. I felt truly pathetic repaying they entire day with a Big Mac but that was as good as it got.

So here is another THANK YOU, to Katie and Thomas, I could not have done it without you.