I am inches away from being 100% done with my old apartment and Nightmare Roommate. I have everything out except cleaning supplies. Yay. But it’s the last few inches that are going to be so stressful. I have this overwhelming fear that I am forgetting something crucial and it will destroy my life because of it. I also know Nightmare Roommate isn’t going to make this easy for me.
Not to mention the fact that, universally, large things happen over Labor Day weekend and my mom and step-dad always go on vacation. There’s something that makes me nervous when I know I can’t cry to mom.
This will all end in tears.