I really don't mean to go so far between updates. Life just stays busy! That and I have crappy internet. Internet I'm almost ready to cancel!
So, super good news first. I won 2nd place at the Utah State Fair Art Show!
Second ribbon, but first time I've placed. I entered First Flowers of Spring:
As mentioned, I'm moving. Moving from my little apartment into my parents' basement. It's really not as pathetic as it sounds. Stan and I are still dating pretty seriously and we've talked marriage, but nothing's official yet. I plan to move home to pay off some thing and save up some money. We're thinking of getting married sometime next year, anywhere between February and May (excluding March, because his birthday is in that month). I'm taking over a massive basement bedroom that, at one time, housed four of my five brothers. It'll be cramped by the time I stuff all of my belongings (that'll fit, anyway) into there, but it's only temporary. The dogs are already feeling stressed, but they do love that house. The bird is starting to get stressed, but he seems to be handling it better than the dogs so far. Of course, his cage hasn't move yet.
Ah, the lawsuit. That's probably why you're reading this far, right? I might be the one filing a lawsuit, not being sued by somebody else. Want to hear the story? It's still causing me anger, stress, and anxiety. Mostly, I'm more angry about it than anything, and I am not an easy person to anger.
I've been in my apartment for more than six years. I'm not a perfect tenant, but I think I've been pretty decent. I paid first and last month's rents and my pet and security deposits prior to moving in. My landlord doesn't do yearly contracts, and I've signed all of one contract for them. I think it was in 2009, but he apparently doesn't like to give his tenants copies of the contracts they sign. They found out (who knows how) on August 8th that I was moving, and I was texted asking if I was moving. I confirmed that I was, and she asked for an approximate move-out date, so I told her the end of September. Near the end of August, I contacted her and asked what the process was for giving her my 30-day notice and I complied with her wishes. All seemed to be on the up-and-up so far as I was concerned. Tuesday or Wednesday of the first week of September, I receive a text from him asking when I was paying September's rent. I thought it was odd; the two of them are a couple, so how could she know while he remained unaware? I replied that I had paid first and last month's rent and that this was my last month, so I owed him no rent. He then tells me they don't typically do that.
That statement shocked me. My apartment is on a larger property. It used to be a garage and was remodeled into a residence. There is a main house next to my apartment, and since both are on the same property, the landlord obviously owns and rents both house and apartment. A new tenant moved into the house next to me (an awesome gal named Emily; she's great) in the beginning of August. She was taking over another person's contract, yet was required to pay first and last month's rents, a massive security deposit (almost $1200) and a large pet deposit. I knew full well she had been asked for all of that up front. She actually refused to pay it all in cash, because the house was in no condition for residency. The previous tenants, bred their two weimereiner females, but never cleaned up after the puppies. The house stank so bad you could hardly breathe in there. Emily and her family have had their belongings in the yard behind the house since early August while cleaning the house, shampooing carpets, and doing repairs. Her work will be put towards the move-in money, though she'll have to spend way more than she is credited. So, suffice it to say, I was trying to figure out where he gets off saying that they don't usually do that.
The next text from him came Saturday. I expected it to demand the proof that I had paid first and last month's rents, which I had just gotten. Instead, he tells me that he just learned that I had a contract that kept me in my apartment through May of 2014. If I broke the lease, I'd still be charged rent until a new tenant occupied the place. Well, there's a nice little bombshell. I'm already stressed with moving, helping my dad build a shed (it'll house my couch, washer and dryer, and a couple of shelves), in addition to work, dating, pet care, et cetera, et cetera. Have I mentioned I have a hard time dealing with stress? It's the beauty of an anxiety disorder. I demanded to know why I hadn't been made aware when my contract changed from month-to-month to a yearly lease and he got all huffy stating that he was being nice by letting me know. I didn't think it was nice at all. I demanded to see a copy of the contract. In this day of technology, scanners, email, and everything else, it took him five days (four business days, since he texted me Saturday) to actually deliver a copy to my mailbox. He didn't mail it, he just left it in my mailbox. Turns out, that guy created a contract and signed my name to it. Real classy, yeah?
The more I think about it, the more angry I get. He must think I'm either too stupid or too cowardly to challenge him on that. Just because I'm mild and easy-going the majority of the time, doesn't mean that I have limitless tolerance. I will be sending an email to HUD and see what they recommend, whether I should pursue hiring a lawyer or if they handle all of that. I haven't ruled out filing a lawsuit against him for this action. There is no circumstance where forging a contract could be seen as okay.
So, super stressed, still focusing on moving. I've been getting my new room set up (kind of) and trying to be organized enough to get the rest of my stuff out of my current apartment. Then I get to focus on cleaning, and fixing the few things I'm responsible for fixing. I'm not doing any more than I have to after this stunt he pulled on me. Thank goodness for good people around. I don't know how I would have handled this alone.
In spite of this, I had a good birthday. My family and Stan went to dinner at Fazoli's. I got Big Bang Theory Season 6, Castle Season 5, some new nail polish colors, some new lights for my car, and some Charleston Chew candy bites. My dad wanted to do a birthday lunch with Stan and I sometime this month too. It's nice that my parents enjoy him so much.