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.

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  1. Cece

    June 18, 2015 at 5:18 pm

    Aaaahhh the life of a renter! There are so many ways that it can suck. I felt the same way when I got out of my last rental. Having a place of your own will feel good. It may not be perfect, but it will be yours and you can do with it what you want. That makes a huge difference.

  2. valla

    June 18, 2015 at 8:56 pm

    It’s nothing like your own is what my mom always tells me and just the feeling of owning your own home I heard is a feeling and sense of pride that no one can’t take from you. You’ve worked to hard to get to the point that you are at now it definitely won’t belong and you will be blogging in that new home of yours. I speak that into the future for you.

  3. Law_Fal

    June 21, 2015 at 10:55 pm

    Good riddance. The world is stressful enough as it is without having to not feel at home in the place that is supposed to be home. Thirty days to freedom. And those neighbors, wow….. I couldn’t either.

  4. Bee Lola

    June 23, 2015 at 1:50 pm

    I always look forward to your posts! Always. They are a breath of fresh air and a constant reminder that I can do this thing called life regardless of what I think is being hurled at me. Keep on keeping on, and congrats on that pre-approval. House hunting might be a little frustrating, especially with the heat right now, but it will be worth it getting away from your slumlord and not-so-nice neighbors

  5. Mia

    June 27, 2015 at 8:09 pm

    I know exactly what you mean! I dealt with all I could up until the beginning of this year and was so done after I had new neighbors move in the apartment above and felt the need to turn up from sun up to sun down with no plans of going to sleep or stopping. I was fed up and eventually moved someone in my apartment to deal with the foolishness while I went back to my parents house and went house hunting and by the grace of god I moved into my new house in march.

    I know you’re going to find a beautiful home for you and your beautiful little ones, keep us updating on the process hun.

    1. Rae

      July 1, 2015 at 11:22 am

      I think at this point as I’ve encountered a few bumps, it may be a good idea to go to my old room at my parents’ home. Lord knows that I don’t want to only because I haven’t lived with them in over 10 years and I’m used to being on my own.. but I may just have to bite the bullet.

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