Ya know it's weird, given the relatively small amount of possessions I have amassed, moving is for some reason always a big fuss. The storage company is coming to pick up most of my stuff tomorrow at 5:30 and then I have a 4:15 flight back home on thursday.

Between now and tomorrow I have to get everything into boxes and ready to go. The thing is, they're taking my bed. I had wanted them to come on thursday to get everything so I would have more time to get packed and wouldn't have to worry about sleeping arrangements for wednesday night, but I have more stuff than will fit in a plain van. They have a cargo truck, but it's only rented out through wednesday so that means my stuff is getting picked up on wednesday. The only reason I agreed to do it is because there is a spare bed here and I can sleep on that.

Farewell apartment, you have served me honorably even though the walls are thin, the neighbors are stupid, and there's no way for UPS or Fedex to leave a package here if I'm not home.