When life immitates life

My department at uni is going through a big reshuffle, so earlier this week I moved to a different office - no big deal, since the new office was pretty much just down the hall from the old one. Finished setting up by early afternoon, which was when I got a message from my sister to say she just got a call from the estate agents, saying that the owner is putting our house up for sale.

Since we're living in a fairly poorly-maintained little place that takes up barely half the block it stands on in a high-demand suburb, there's probably a very small chance the place won't sell, a small chance someone buys it as an investment property and lets the current tenants (us) stay, and a very good chance it'll be bought and bulldozed to the ground to make room for something huge, expensive and better matched to the rest of the neighbourhood.

So I guess I need to think about moving. Again. Only more so.

o_O