Well, the day has arrived. The rental guys came and took back all of my furniture. Now my apartment is barren, save for the small amounts of personal belongings that still remain, and my footsteps and voice now produce an echo. All I have for furniture is an air mattress, a foldout chair (which is actually very comfortable), and a small foldout camping table.
I'm a very sensitive and particular sleeper, so I anticipate some shitty sleep in my future. I only have to do this indoor camping thing for five days before my flight. But then I do it all over again in my new apartment in MA until I can secure some furniture. Definitely not renting furniture again. That was a pretty expensive decision, but it was the best option four years ago when I first arrived at AZ.
Oh well. It is what it is. I thought I'd be completely bummed out and run down at this point, but my spirits are surprisingly high at the moment. But as someone who is manic-depressive, I never take my moods for granted lol
Anyways, it's the home stretch! I can't way to get back to MA and see my parents and, most of all, my dog. He's going to absolutely flip out when he sees me. Every time I have visited for the holidays one per year, he always is head over heels with uncontrollable excitement and sticks to me like a fur magnet my entire time visiting and then, once I leave, my father says he starts looking around the house for me. This time I won't be leaving! Can't wait to get my Harry Winston back! =-D