Helping Damou settle down in LA reminds me of my early life in this city. Compared with most of the other foreign students, I was lucky enough not to have housing on my to-do list back then. But without any old friends in a foreign city, I went through a difficult time in the beginning, feeling lost and helpless.
My first two visits to IKEA were with different couples. It was very generous of them to give me a ride but an important lesson was learned from these experiences—never go furniture shopping with couples, unless you know both of them well or you have mobility (that is, you have your own car and can leave whenever you want.) The thing is that I didn’t have enough time to shop around. I chose my blanket in 30 seconds. I got an overvalued chair in IKEA because I had no idea when my next visit to other stores would be. I didn’t get everything I needed once, even though I’ve already known I’d need them. This is definitely one of the reasons that urged me to get a car ASAP.
The first time I went to IKEA with my petite Nissan (see Marketing作業寫不出來呆滯中) was one of the most memorable moments in my life here, and that’s also the time I got my adorable futon. I remember it was in a lovely, sunny, cozy afternoon, and I drove to the IKEA a little bit south of LAX. I took my time, sat on every futon, looked through each tag, thought carefully, looked at different colors of cloth, touched them, felt them, and then happily handed over the one I liked to the shipping guy. Someone has asked me before when I started to like the city, and my answer is after I got my car.
My perfect dad in the world told me to get a new car, to save trouble and get a car quickly, but the value of a new basic Japanese vehicle is almost the same as my personal savings. It was totally against my nature to spend big money on something that I could get cheaper from somewhere else. I rented a car and made an appointment with the 2nd-hand car dealer I found on Internet. It was very kind of my friend, danying, to try those cars with me. However, although I wanted a car desperately, the car was either a rental car once or being transferred for a thousand times. We were just not meant to be.
It was another blessing of God that a nice Japanese PhD graduate in UCLA had to sell her car before moving to Australia, and that’s how I got my Nissan.
Well, I didn’t mean to tell a story about my car but it seems that I just did…Anyway, I’m glad I survived the past year.
My first two visits to IKEA were with different couples. It was very generous of them to give me a ride but an important lesson was learned from these experiences—never go furniture shopping with couples, unless you know both of them well or you have mobility (that is, you have your own car and can leave whenever you want.) The thing is that I didn’t have enough time to shop around. I chose my blanket in 30 seconds. I got an overvalued chair in IKEA because I had no idea when my next visit to other stores would be. I didn’t get everything I needed once, even though I’ve already known I’d need them. This is definitely one of the reasons that urged me to get a car ASAP.
The first time I went to IKEA with my petite Nissan (see Marketing作業寫不出來呆滯中) was one of the most memorable moments in my life here, and that’s also the time I got my adorable futon. I remember it was in a lovely, sunny, cozy afternoon, and I drove to the IKEA a little bit south of LAX. I took my time, sat on every futon, looked through each tag, thought carefully, looked at different colors of cloth, touched them, felt them, and then happily handed over the one I liked to the shipping guy. Someone has asked me before when I started to like the city, and my answer is after I got my car.
My perfect dad in the world told me to get a new car, to save trouble and get a car quickly, but the value of a new basic Japanese vehicle is almost the same as my personal savings. It was totally against my nature to spend big money on something that I could get cheaper from somewhere else. I rented a car and made an appointment with the 2nd-hand car dealer I found on Internet. It was very kind of my friend, danying, to try those cars with me. However, although I wanted a car desperately, the car was either a rental car once or being transferred for a thousand times. We were just not meant to be.
It was another blessing of God that a nice Japanese PhD graduate in UCLA had to sell her car before moving to Australia, and that’s how I got my Nissan.
Well, I didn’t mean to tell a story about my car but it seems that I just did…Anyway, I’m glad I survived the past year.
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