When I arrived last night it took me less time to unload and unpack everything than in the reverse. I've come to realize that this is precisely one of those things that nudges you another step, if ever so slightly, into insanity.

The following morning I was running a few errands with the roommate to be. We saw this and he jokingly suggested using what's in the picture when we stopped get a copy of the apt. key made. Despite it costing $5, I laughed and ran with it. It's an odd but symbolic reminder of the death of one life and that the start of a new one is on the horizon. At least that's how I reasoned it and even justified the cost against my frugality.