After returning home from work, I picked up the mail in the lobby and idly perused through it as I walked to my door. I noticed that there was a letter from our leasing agent, so I slit it open and read it.
OK, that’s not exactly word for word, but you get the basic gist.
This sucks! We’re not ready to move. We had talked about buying, but we wanted to wait until I had a more steady employment situation and we had more money saved up. Moving is going to be difficult; buying the condo will be exorbitantly expensive.