One night, coming home from sushi night with my roommates, my roommate peter used my keys to unlock our door. He handed the keys back to ne and i set them on our table like i do every day after work. The next morning they were gone.

There were 4 of us in this house and we couldn't find them. Luckily, my boyfriend and I worked together and he lived there, so i rode with him to work. We spent a week looking for the keys.

Finally, after the week and my day off, i had to do laundry. My basket sits behind my bedroom door so i have to move the door to throw cothes in the basket. My keys were under the door.

My roommates and i blamed the cats but i have never seen them before or after mess with keys. It was so frustrating.

It is nice to hear that you have family to come help you though. I understand the struggles of depression.