foreclosure?

What an odd, odd word. Foreclosure. I thought you had to be a home owner to be a participant in a foreclosure. Apparently not, apparently you just have to be an occupant. My landlord owns several (as in probably a hundred or so) properties in the area, and I'm starting to wonder if I'm the only one affected by this ridiculous-ness. So what exactly has my landlord been doing with my rent since November? No idea. My best guess is that he's been wiping his ass with it, or putting it into a fat savings account in which he is probably going to retire on a beach somewhere soon. This would be topping the list of things that I consider just damn frustrating.

So now, I have to decide pretty quickly what I am going to do. Move home? That sounds PAIN-FUL. However, it would save me tons of money, but ughhhhh. My mother is a saint, but I do not need to tell her where I'm going everytime I leave the house. Piper is insistent on moving home so she can be with grammy all the time, but I'm still not sold on the idea. Secondly, I could just pack it up and move to who knows where. Fly by the seat. Live on the edge. That doesn't really sound like fun either. Hmmm. Life suuuuucks.