One of my roommates got married over the break, so prior to Christmas, the apartment was full of Mel's explosion of stuff. She had many possessions, and I was looking forward to the ever-present bins (yes, they were in our living area all semester) and scary rubber ducky gracing our mantle finally making an exit.
So I get back from break and take stock of the apartment: clean, tidy, a few new pictures on the wall belonging to my new roommate, and . . .
And she left it. Thanks, Mel.