I don’t live here anymore. I only sleep here.
Every day that I come home from work, this overwhelming feeling of bleh comes over me. I’m still comfortable. I cam still afford it. But I feel that I pay entirely too much to live next to my neighbors.
My Landlord’s frugality that displaces my family and makes us uncomfortable. The trash in the yard. The noise throughout the day. The kid that feels since our yards aren’t partitioned, it’s community property. He’s the reason why I don’t even want to attempt to do another garden this year. He’s the reason why I don’t have anything outdoors anymore. From broken landscaping, to his footprints on my lawn furniture — he has even done as far as to EAT on OUR side of the lawn and leave the remnants of his little feast. I just..
I’ve been patient since these people moved in next door back in November. I attributed the noise to them moving their things around to find their places. But.. no. There have been several nights where the same little boy screams to the top of his lungs for whatever reason. I’m not sure if the mom is there and can hear it, or if she’s so used to it that she ignores it. But I can’t ignore wailing at 11:30 PM.
I’ve chosen to remain mum about this inconvenient situation until last week — when the air went out and I was displaced for 5 days. My landlord is the cheapest
son of a person I’ve ever met. I’ve been having problems with the air/heat since sometime last year. I BEEN suggested a replacement — but no. It has since been fixed, but now the home never gets below 75 degrees. If this entire situation hasn’t been a wake up call in regards to me realizing that I need to get my shit together and purchase a home, I don’t know what else I could call it. I’ve had to leave work, rearrange MY schedule to let the repairmen to do absolutely nothing while my slumlord landlord decided to leave state for work. That must be nice — to be able to get your work done uninterrupted. They came out yesterday after supposedly installing a new unit on Tuesday of last week.. changed the thermostat and some other shit and when I woke up this morning, it was 84 degrees. I asked him how to turn in my notice and he has been blowing my phone up. Funny he didnt even call about the air situation.. just texts that have been ignored. My 30 day notice is printed and ready to be delivered. Get this work! Fuck him, fuck his mortgage that I pay on time every month, and fuck our rapport. I’m done. In my mind, this has stopped being home last year. And with my everyday disgust with my neighbors and my landlord, my mental attitude has manifested itself into what I do physically. My minimialism is in overdrive. I’m constantly ridding myself of things so it’ll make it easier to move when it’s time to move. I’m scheduled to view a few properties today after work. The countdown to freedom is so real. Ya’ll don’t even know.