I'm still here, in my apartment of the last 5 years, and I have with me the following:
1 air mattress
1 laptop with functioning internet connection (until Saturday)
1 suitcase clothes
5 microwave pizzas
1 pile of thesis-related crap
:-( My dad and my hubby left around 4PM this afternoon, to drive to the new apartment, in the new country, where my new life will start without me, while I finish up my thesis.
I knew it would be hard, but this really sucks. And I'm not the schmoopy type, either, but I'm now acutely aware of the fact that in the past 3 years we haven't spent more than 4 hours apart in a row. Now I have to wait 2 months to see him again.
My neighbor, who happens to be a close friend, is coming home shortly. Nobody took her TV (bitch!) so we're going to watch the tube together for a bit, and then I'm going to try and sleep.
Tomorrow is a big clean-up day. Oh, what joy. Not.