Living in No Man's Land

Loneliness, loneliness, loneliness...I have discovered how sad it is to move back in with your parents after moving out. I miss Becca and Nicole, who are my roommates before I had to abdicate from our lovely home. See...I don't think you are fully grasping how grave this situation really is...and its all my fault. I'll explain the situation:
Our lease was up at the end of August. I am leaving October 16 for the Air Force, therefore no one is going to want to give me a lease for 2 months. Our landlords did not want to extend the lease within the amount of time that was reasonable for us and my roommates and we could not find a replacement for me. So, you see, it really is my fault.
Anyway. My parents live in no man's land, 45 minutes from anything that is dear to my heart. Well, maybe only 30 minutes. But, that's beside the point, it is now a 42-mile commute to work, one-way, and I miss my close proximity to my best friend. Not only that, but our house was beautiful. Built in the 1930s, huge bedrooms, large closets, my own kitchen. I think tears are really starting to fall down my face.
All of my stuff is now in storage and it is costing way too much and I don't know if any if it is really worth keeping, but.... oh well.