We THOUGHT we had coordinated ...our move-out date
with a truck rental date
with Matt taking vacation
with the date we take possession of our new place
with the date we pick up our new futon
with my hours at work
with applying for Georgetown (getting transcripts/letters of rec/app filled out/essay written)
with studying for 4 3-hour law school finals
with changing over our renter's insurance*
BUT, after having one or more of these factors change multiple times by people who fail to inform us of such in a timely manner, thereby knocking down all the other dominoes in the sequence and necessitating either multiple pleading phone calls or frantic trips out to Reston or last-minute cancellation of shifts (which work most definitely frowns upon)
...we're not so sure anymore.
*All of which is extremely reminiscent of the apply to law school/ finish Matt's master's degree/ plan a destination wedding/ apply for both our jobs/ move across the country festivities of the FIRST six months of this year. Are we gluttons for punishment, or what?!
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