This is not an April Fool’s joke.
Yesterday evening, my postal carrier knocked on my door with a registered letter from my landlord:
“We are terminating our Rental Agreement,” it began.
“The reason is to allow for some remodeling, and following completion of that work, our daughter is moving in.”
It went on: “Plan on vacating the flat by May 1, 2009.”
They signed it: “Sincerely, Mr. and Mrs. B”
Sincerely my –ss.
I’ve been a great tenant: I pay my rent on time and have rarely called about repairs. I’ve never had a problem with a landlord. I’ve never been evicted. I’ve been a renter since I was 19 years old.
30 days. During the school year. In this economy. Heartless.
I called Mr. B. last night to ask him for an extension. I tried my best to be calm. “Mr. B, I understand that you need to remodel. But can I please have 60 days to find a place and move out?”
He said exactly what I’d anticipated: “I need to talk to my wife.”
Guess who wears the tight pants in that family?
I like to believe in the goodness of humanity. I’m raising my daughter to believe this, too. But this kind of selfishness gives me some doubt.
Yes, I did look up the law, and they can legally evict me for making “repairs on the unit that cannot be made with you living there” and moving “a close family member in.”
However, after researching all morning, I’ve found a clause in the law: 60 days’ notice is required if you have lived in the unit for a year.
Many of you know that I’m not one to give up. I’m trying to be optimistic and positive. M’s ninth birthday is this weekend, and we’ve got lots of party-planning to do.
I’m saving up all of my anger, fear, and panic for my friends and family — so that it doesn’t leak out in front of M. In the past 24 hours, so many folks have stepped up for us. This is what I need to focus on, right?
The above is one of my favorite corners in our home — although I recently re-organized the bookshelf, and it’s much neater!
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