Well, I was given 2 months notice to move out of my apartment. My living situation is a little bit complicated.
You see, I live in the basement of a house and I pay rent to the landlord who is a mother living with her son and boyfriend. 2 separate people, just to avoid any confusion.
The house is owned by a married couple in their 80s who I’ve never met. They have decided to put the house on the market, which has created upheavel.
Realtors have been coming frequently, such as Eva Mok from Next Age M3 Realty. She was speaking in an Asian language (I don’t want to sound ignorant by saying the wrong country or dialect) to her client & both were polite.
The complications come in when my landlord doesn’t get notice and people just show up, like an incident of them walking in as she was getting out of the shower.
Eventually, my landlord got fed up and said she can’t live like this and was moving out by September 1st. I did get almost 60 days notice, which is nice.
I was planning to move, so the stars aligned. But I was still mad though since I didn’t like how I couldn’t control my fate. I felt that way in my marriage and would have liked the option to be the one to say “I’m done” instead of being pseudo-evicted.
It feels like I got laid off at home, which has happened to me twice already in my work career. It really felt like I was getting some secondary treatment though the notice was a good amount of time.
I’ll talk about the move itself in another blog post in the near future.
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