I have signed five Boston leases in my life, and each July I promise myself this September will be different.
We will start looking now. We will only sign for the perfect place. It will be a fun, well thought-out, reasonable process, with things like budget constraints, laundry access, kitchen size, bicycle storage and outdoor recreation figured into the equation. (Also, when we do move, we will be so on top of things! I’m talking crisp, new cardboard boxes, labeled on multiple sides! I’m talking trips to the Goodwill and considerate battery disposal!)
And somehow, every August is the same.
Riiiing! Ring Riiiinnnng!
“[Current/future] [Roommate]! It’s Adrianne. I just [found the place I think we’re looking for] [got a call from our land(lord)(lady)]. Are we in for a year? They want [us to sign today] [-ed us to sign two months ago].”
“So, yeah. Should I forge your signature, or what?”