This morning, the love of my life left. ..my memory foam mattress...it went to a good home and I woke up with a stiff hip after sleeping on it for 11 hours... the mattress is asking me to get out of here.
My apartment is mostly clean. The last of my possesions are being distributed to friends to watch over. Part of me wonders if I should have held on to my apartment and renting it out. But at this point my bags are almost packed and I have to get moving.