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Feb
It never fails. We’ve been living at the new apartment for three months now, and just when I think I’ve changed every address possible, blam! There’s a letter in the mail with a yellow change of address sticker. Argh! Today, it was my term insurance policy. Last week, it was an old 401(k) account from my old job. (Which reminds me, I need to roll that over.)
I’m sure by the time we’ve lived here for a year, we’ll have caught all of the stragglers. Or at least, I hope so, because that’s when the forwarding order expires.
