Well, my sister and her partner are moved out now, completely and totally, aside from an old dresser and desk that are in awful condition and being arranged for disposal on their end.

And with that, the apartment is now unequivocally mine, and will continue to be mine alone until my new roommates move in. and yet, it doesn't feel like mine anymore. None of what I became familiar with is here anymore, just boxes upon boxes of things that I had associated with in the past.

It feels so weird.