Since I just got back into the city and have no money at my disposal, I am staying at my parents house. My folks, the incredibly sweet people they are, let me store the remains of my apartment in my old bedroom. It seems in a span of 3 months, this room has become the resting place of all things random.
Consequently I have boxes of books, computers, motorcycle gear, board games, broken up pieces of Ikea furniture, 2 snowboards, a microwave, tv, a air humidifier, random pieces of art, a tub full of legos, lots of pennies, lightbulbs, oscillating fans, white tea body cream, and 3 laundry baskets. Thats right. 3.
I also have a stuffed Canadian beaver that somehow managed to make its way into this room.
I now sleep with it.
Don't judge me.
*Edit: Ok, it really doesnt sound that ridiculous but you should see this place. Its more of a you need to be here type of thing.