Welp. It's done.
The day came and the corporate apartment people showed up and took all their furniture back.
Down to the trash cans and ironing board.
I said a final good riddance to the buttercream microsuede and hello to lots of floor space.
Justin says it looks like we've been robbed.
I say we've got the room... we should have a dance party.
I did find a sweet deal on a lamp and we just ordered a new sofa, so our home won't be empty for long.
In the mean time, we're having a dance party and you're all invited.