Gotta head out soon. We’re driving to Racine again with a car full of tools and cleaning supplies in hopes that we get to use them. We hope to discover that our tenant has moved out and left the apartment empty. If we’re extra lucky, there won’t be yet another broken window to replace. The only way to find out what’s going on is to make the 45-50 minute drive.
I was a renter for a long time, myself. I lived on the edge and sometimes couldn’t make the rent on the 1st of the month. I remember getting in over my head – heck, I still do. When does the point happen when I’m so far under water that I give up and drown?
That happened with our tenant. Heck, she may have been playing us from day one, but she did it so well that we didn’t care. Rent was on time or even early. Her kids were the cutest and smartest little whips. Then she tipped. We hung on but it turns out that we were the only ones. I suspect it may have been a pattern. Or maybe she really did get too sick to work. What does it really matter anymore?
The remaining question for us is, when do we put our foot down? I suspect that the answer is, before it’s even an issue. I can understand those landlords I had in the past who were real bullies about collecting rent and about maintaining the property.
Well, time to load the car and go. I wonder what we’ll find. I doubt it will be a new well-spring faith in humanity.
Susan Scot Fry
Update… The good news is, she’s gone. The bad news is, the place is trashed.