I'm living like a college freshman

After two days of work, my apartment is nearly empty. For the next 13 days, I will be living out of a suitcase in my own apartment, sleeping on an air mattress, and sitting on the floor to watch my TV, which is also sitting on the floor, since I no longer have furniture.

It'll be interesting, since I'm a girl who loves my house to look like a home. But the fact that after these 13 days of bareness are over, I'll finally finally FINALLY be living with my husband? I think that thought can get me through it.