I signed a lease on an apartment in Austin because some complexes here were offering to waive all deposits, application fees, and giving one month free rent to people displaced by the hurricane. I figured I should jump on this before all of the other refugees snatch up the good apartments.
So on Tuesday I'm heading back to Houston to pick up my car and to Ikea to get some basic items I'm going to need to feel a little more comfortable in my bare apartment.
I wish I could say that I'm really excited about moving, but I'm not. I only know one person here, and as nice as she is, she's very busy with grad school and wedding planning. I'm really homesick for my friends and for my family. I haven't spoken to my mom in a number of days and I'm starting to just get really homesick for a friendly voice.
I want to go home. I want to go home. But for now I need to get used to the fact that home is an empty, plain, boring apartment.