our apartment is on a quiet street, up a small hill off the main road in one of the two buildings that all the foreign teachers live in. our landlord is a crazy "halmoni" who has the most deafening, high-pitch scream we have ever heard.  our stairs are lined with pots of artificial flowers that i seem to knock over at least once a week. and the mailboxes are shoved with junk mail on a daily basis. i love yeonhui-dong, the neighborhood we live in. every day feels more and more like home.