Displaced.

Remember the fire we had at our apartment complex in November? Well last week, Dan told me that he had some bad news related to the fire. He then proceeded to tell me that we had to move out of our apartment. After a few seconds, he added "for a few days." It looks like the fire caused some damage to the walls or something in our bathroom, so we had to move out for a few days so they could redo the drywall in our bathroom. Crazy right? Lucky for us, the apartment below us is vacant and our manager is letting us live down here while they fix it. It's super weird because it's like our apartment, but with nicer carpet and no furniture. Sort of like living in an eerie hotel.

Last night Dan and I went upstairs because we forgot to bring down a few things that we needed. We were alarmed at how eerie our apartment looked.

This is our living room. They taped up walls of plastic so we just have a weird aisle through it.

Our bedroom. Yup, that's the toilet.

And finally, our bathroom. Creepy right?

I guess the moral of the story is that if you ever have someone steal a truck, burgularize a bunch of places, park the truck in your parking garage, and light it on fire, be prepared to have to temporarily move into an apartment that looks exactly like yours but without furniture for a week.