...the only things in your fridge are Diet Coke, milk (for cereal in the morning, obviously), and half a bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips. Don't ask why the chocolate chips made the cut (have you met me?) OR why they're in the refrigerator.
...your walls no longer have anything on them. They look so naked and sad with their gaping nail and anchor wounds.
...you think "whatever!" about random carpet stains rather than try to actually get them out. That's what the deposit is for, right?
...the DVR is only 16% full because you've been cleaning it out, trying not to miss those INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT shows you've had recorded for the last six months. Which obviously weren't that important. Oh, wait - I disconnected everything an hour ago, those shows are now GONE. I think I'll live.
...you WALKED home from work for the last time on Friday. Time to go back to the land of plentiful highways and gaz-guzzling cars.
...the thought of not sharing walls with ANYONE is consuming your every thought, given the noisy new neighbors who've moved in next door. WHAT are you people DOING?!?
The movers are theoretically showing up at 8 AM tomorrow. And I'm giving them a walkthrough, a rundown, a once-over, and then hustling Harrison over to the vet for a round of shots and a couple of days of boarding, which I'm sure he'll be THRILLED about. So hopefully a lot of my stuff will magically disappear into a giant truck during that time. Yipes.
One-way flight back to Dallas on Wednesday - a lot sure has happened in the last two years.