One meets all kinds of people when renting rooms in their home; pipefitters, programmers, boilermakers, university students, ESL students, vacationers, web designers, carpenters, mothers, fathers, safety inspectors, labourers, painters etc…
For the most part (99%), people are kind, pay the rent on time and do offer a smile and conversation when you meet them in the common areas of the household such as the kitchen, living room or hallways. But, occasionally, things go awry and people aren’t so kind and you begin catching them in lies and then you are left being owed $600.00.
More than anything, renting rooms in one’s home teaches you tolerance. It forces you to respect other people’s privacy and beliefs.
And every so often your spirit is tested and you are placed precariously close to losing everything you worked so hard for, to achieve.
Now, don’t get me wrong… I do love having people around in this big ole house but at times when the rent is late or the rules are not being followed, it tests my ability to make decisions and stick with those decisions.
I spent the day yesterday talking with Police, talking with a missing tenants mother and packing this tenants belongings to give to his mother. I’m exhausted and there is nothing else I can do for this person. I’ve said my prayers.
Another ex tenant is also in debt to me for two weeks rent. Both of these men have depression and I’m all too aware what depression can do to a person after having lived with a depressed man for four years.
Can I say how disgusted I am and not in an angry way but in a sad, I don’t understand why you took advantage of my kindness sort of way.
I have rules in the household that must be adhered to so that the household runs smoothly so that everyone that is living here is on the same level. There is no smoking, no heavy drinking, scented products are forbidden, no loud music, no food permitted in the bedrooms and rent is due each Sunday.
It used to be that the Rentalsman had jurisdiction over room rental but now it is the Court of Queens Bench and I’m truly beginning to believe that insurance and law both only exist for and are easily accessed by the wealthy.
I’m letting this all go today in order to move on. I will shed no more tears and mop up no more messes…
The tenants I have now are working folks or are studying. They have focus in their lives and honestly that makes for great tenants. They respect my property and put trash in the trash and don’t abuse the privilege of being able to live here.
And one day soon, I’ll earn enough with my art and meet a nice man, who isn’t mentally deranged, who is not married, is not an active gambler or addict, is family and goal oriented, whom has a love for human beings and the planet earth, who does not have children but would like children, who is kind hearted and like minded and challenges me to be a better person but that is another blog post for another day someday soon…