The apartment is in a major start of disarray.
On the 6th day of Chinese New Year, we are packing up a storm in preparation of our moving to the block across the road.
The living room is filled with cardboard boxes of all shapes and sizes, empty, half-full, full.
I am here to document this important event.
Fluffing, in other words.
I love that word.
I should be packing, too, but the stomach's growling, and I'm thinking of oh jian (oyster omelette).
So I'm googling for a good recipe. To keep up the energy to pack up.
I liken renting to an extended stay at a hotel.
Check-in, unpack, pack, check-out.
With more than just one suitcase of clothes.
Heaps more.
Checking out
