Life is always interesting.
Last week (July 31st) I decided to talk to my landlord about a few concerns I had about the agreement, as well as some conduct around the house. Always being the respectful one, I opened a polite discussion about the matter, and he seemed to be willing to make some changes.
My landlord completely mislead me. After working a 13 hour day, I came home to a nasty letter about how I was 'disrupting the harmony of the household', as well as stating many ridiculous things. I couldn't believe it. I decided to ignore it; however, I came home to two more letters the following night (after yet another 13 hour day), and I was livid. There were so many accusations in these letters that I couldn't even stay in the house anymore. I was too afraid I'd lose it with him.
My roommate, bless her heart, has tried to reason with our landlord about the situation. For some reason he listens to her, for the most part. I didn't want to pull her into this mess. I just wanted to see if I could make it more comfortable for the both of us. In retaliation to her attempted mediation, both N and I were served with an eviction letter on August 3rd. She did not deserve to be evicted. She didn't do anything wrong.
Our dear landlord accused me of conspiring with my roommate to move out and ditch our contract. I NEVER stated to N that she should move out with me. She did that all on her own. I really enjoy living with her - eventually we plan to move in together again.
For now, D has offered to let me stay at his place until I can get back on my feet. He is truly an amazing friend. So, the packing begins, the memories continue, and I bid yet another house goodbye. I hope eventually I'll settle down in a house I love with a person I love. One can only hope.
-B
