
Finally. Of all
the random mailings I got soon after
I moved into my new place, the one thing I
didn't get that I actually
needed was return address labels. Not that I have a hard time remembering what my new address is or anything (unlike, say, my new phone number, which I
still don't know off-hand), but it's always so much easier to just stick a sticker on an envelope with my return address than to write the damned thing out every time I need to mail a bill payment or send a card. But more than a cure for my laziness, the labels mean I
officially live here,
in Chestnut Hill, and I have the official return address stickers to prove it. More so than my brand new driver's license, these say to me, "Martin, you're home." So to
Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center, thank you. Look for one of these stickers to arrive in your mailbox soon, with a token of my appreciation inside the envelope.
Labels: condo
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home