I remember when we first moved in to this apartment. I came out to Utah alone in August while Aaron was on a trip to Florida for the last week of his internship. Our stuff was locked up in storage so I literally had nothing for a week but an air mattress, a bowl/cup/fan I borrowed from Ginny, and a chair I took from the Enclave dumpster. I was in meetings all day and stressing about starting teaching the next week. Oh and I undertook re-painting our apartment that week. Remember this instagram? I feared coming home at night to an empty white apartment that made me feel like a crazy person. Let's just say that I had a few melt downs.
Fast forward six months and now we actually have furniture, things hung on our walls and I am no where near as stressed as before. I love coming home now, especially because Aaron is there and we can relax in our happy place. Life is good.