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Change. How do you feel about it? What are some big changes you’ve undergone?
What are some changes you’d like to make or that you see coming?
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What? You thought I’d want to talk about politics, didn’t you? Sorry, but you’re out of luck. Political K says we need a break from anything political for now. Let’s move on to the topic question…
Recently, my apartment was sold out from under me. You might think that isn’t possible, but when you rent from a private owner, they have the right to sell the building at anytime. They don’t have to wait for the building to be vacant.
This is the second time my landlord has done this. In fact, it was just over a year ago that the new one purchased the property. When he did, he proceeded to raise my rent by $200. The third and newest landlord was an uknown, but the fact that the current owner sold the property for $150k more than he paid promised that the rent was going way higher. He refused to sign a rental contract, and I was paying month to month. I figured, if I am going to pay almost $2k in rent (that’s where it would have gone to), then I was going to rent a place that had actual space. You see, the building was an old house built in 1855. Though it was charming for about a grand a month back when I started renting, that charm wore off as the rent went up and the property declined. You could probably categorize them as slum lords. You can definitely say they were overcharging for the space, regardless of being told that was fair market value.
The apartment was refurbished entirely in the 1990s. It had been painted and minimally maintained since. The plugs and switches crackled. Everything leaned. It had a coat of dirt that never came off. The windows were impossible to clean. Stink bugs came in by a dozen every year. There was no central air, only window units that worked like shit and were a fire hazard. The heat was a waste because it went out, so I always kept it low. I froze in my bed at night, waking up shivering, so my mom bought me a heated mattress pad to help. The fridge was probably from the 1990s. It was propped with a block of wood. It froze everything on the top shelf no matter what setting it was on. The freezer refused to stay closed. There was no dishwasher.
I had a great walking route that I took with Sadie—a couple actually. Those long walks through downtown and around the houses in my neighborhood will be missed. Most of all, I will miss my neighbors. They were the friendliest, kindest and most loving people I had ever known as neighbors. I hope that they will keep in touch. To lose people of such caliber is the worst part. There was hardly enough time to get to know my new downstairs neighbor, but she was pretty cool from what I had learned. I’m just vexed by this most of all. They were a comfort every day.
Did I mention it was charming? The original stove tried to electrocute me. There was a short in a switch on it, and it had to be hauled out immediately. My original landlord responded quickly to any issue, but the last one virtually ignored us unless it was an emergency. So those crackling outlets went to the new owner to deal with. She pushed me out like trash. Karma probably is around the corner for someone stupid enough to buy a house for $150k more than it’s worth and in need of major repairs. Not my problem!
Don’t get me wrong. The old place did have character. I loved the old wood floors. I had a nice nook for an office, which I no longer have in the new place (I just have a wall—maybe I should get one of those cool screens). The new owner moved in the same day I vacated. The girl downstairs was livid with the whole process, but she’s on contract until February, the poor thing. I hope they don’t do major repairs on top of her head. She works from home, and that will be difficult.
I’m angry that I lost my home in the way that I did, but the place was a hole. I’m paying more in rent, but I now have a basement to store things in. I also have rooms of actual size. My dog has a yard! So, as much as change is painful, there are good things that come with it. I still have to rent with a roommate, but we have so much more space that it hardly feels the case. The living room is actually in use. The freezer door closes and the fridge is probably 8 years old not 20. The buildings were constructed in the 1960s, not prior to the Civil War.
Adjustments are still underway. They will likely continue for months as a new routine is adopted. New routes for walking are being explored.
Another good thing…I found some old decorations I forgot I had, or couldn’t put out and they’re now decorating my new place and it looks wonderful in here. More in rent, but more space, clean, comfortable, sunny, a yard and basement…I have a flower box to plant in. I can do an herb garden. I think I might plant a tree.
Let’s hop over to see what changes the other authors have dealt with…