Andy wants to borrow my house

So, there's this guy in my Ed class, and he's really nice and he's hilarious and he wants to borrow my house to make a pilgrimage to one of the casinos in the UP. One problem. My parents have officially sold it and they close on the tenth. Of course, he doesn't believe me and the only other date he can come up with (before then) is the fifth when I will be there for my second fitting for my dress for my friend's wedding.
Seriously, I wanted to let him stay there, and I was even going to ask my mother if it would be okay, and then she told me that they're moving the closing from June 1 (which was already about four days too early for my peace of mind) to May 10 which just made me mad. In exactly eight days I will no longer have a home in the UP. I can't believe I'm saying that with regret. I hated that I had to move there - of course I was fifteen and hated pretty much everything - but whatever. That's not the point.
The point is I have friends there, and I have family there (by my definition of family which typically does not involve the people with whom I share biological ties), and I love it. It's a beautiful place even if it is in the middle of the largest population of hicks north of the Mason-Dixon. There are trees for miles and miles and the second weekend in October is the most beautiful time of year (also my birthday oddly enough) and one can swim in the river, and in the winter when the bay is covered in snow, it's the most beautiful thing this side of heaven.
I'm really going to miss it.

Anyway, back to the funny part. Andy's been hounding me for a week - since I made the mistake of saying that my parents' house in the UP was standing empty - and he apparently lives in the library because he ambushes me every time I'm at work and he's all "how about the..." and starts rambling off dates. I told him today (because my mother told me yesterday) about the change in closing dates and he's all "well, they're not going to move in right away. Leave a key under the mat and I will take full responsibility for anything that happens." To which I was forced to reply that 1) that's illegal, and 2) if they moved the closing up three weeks, they had to have a reason.
Shit, I have to send back my rsvp card. One would think the maid of honor wouldn't have to rsvp - I've spent too much money on this thing not to show up.
Anyway, I'm going back to my book now. Maybe I'll update again tomorrow while I'm at work again.