My dad came to my apartment this morning to take home a lot of my stuff.
Then I spent most of my afternoon/evening packing up the rest of it. To the musical stylings of Ray LaMontagne.
All I can say is thank God for these yellow crates.
My car is filled to the brim with everything that a college student acquires while living in the same apartment for the past two years. It's weird to think that I've already spend my last night there. It's been real, Madden House.