you live your life as if it's real

 I think I'm being given a hint here...

I have no bed at my parents' house, since my dad took mine. I've been sleeping on a futon in the basement this whole visit home.

Now, I have no key either. It's been taken away to be the key for the lock-box for the real estate agent.

I can take a hint, guys. No bed, no keys? I don't think I'm welcome here anymore :P

And they're selling the house, too, so soon I won't even have it to come home to. Sign goes up on the front lawn today!

Et avec ça, it's back to the salt-mines for me. I hate packing. I'm so so bad at it.

(Oh, and it looks like I'm heading back to Waterloo a day earlier than planned.)