Every day (except Sunday, so at least I get a break), I walk to the mailbox with a combination of dread and excitement.
Will it arrive today?
Will it be an acceptance letter? (Yay!!)
Will it be a rejection letter? (Ok, don't cry in public...)
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As of today, my mailbox remains, as always, full of junk mail, bills and letters from family. It remains empty of the two items I so anxiously await.
Blergh.
In other news, we might buy a house.
Will it arrive today?
Will it be an acceptance letter? (Yay!!)
Will it be a rejection letter? (Ok, don't cry in public...)
.
.
.
.
As of today, my mailbox remains, as always, full of junk mail, bills and letters from family. It remains empty of the two items I so anxiously await.
Blergh.
In other news, we might buy a house.
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