Standing in the laundry room, sorting through a huge pile of laundry ("Is this sock yours ? What about this one ?"), my mom asked me what I was up to this week. I told her that I wasn't up to much except packing -- and she got this strange, sad look that she seems to get often these days (or maybe I've never been around to notice) and she said, "you know, I've learned that it's really no use feeling sad when things end." And she's right, and I know she's right, and I want to go back to Vancouver, because that's my real life and I spent so much time wishing for it; but being here is just so ... easy.

just tell me that you'll dance to the end