Nothing can shake anybody more to the core than losing a home. A place to live, sleep, find comfort, feel safe. Without all those things, every day living seems a little less bearable.
This past Tuesday, E and I found out that we are basically being kicked out of our apartment. The landlords have decided to re-appropriate our apartment and make it their own. They own just under half a dozen properties/apartment blocks. That's more than a dozen units. Why they singled us out is, upon speculation and processes of elimination of various facts/factors is that we have been at our place for the past 10 years. Our rent is cheaper compared to the other units. They "move in" for a few months, make some half assed repairs and then re-rent it for almost double what we are paying for it.
We were served the papers by a bailiff on Monday night. A day after my huge meltdown chez mom. Fatigue, chronic pain, the inability to live a normal life due to this pain, and the onset of winter (the horrible in between stages of grey/lifeless landscapes and pretty snow covered wonderland) all began to erode away my spirit. This was the straw that broke my back.
I almost went into shock.
Why?
Why now?
We had been battling noisy downstairs neighbors for some time. Four teenagers from France - pompous, arrogant, and selfish, they run around the place at all hours of the night. Basically treating the apartment like a dormitory. We had to call the cops twice. Parties almost every night. They have quieted down, but just enough so we can't call the cops because four teenagers sitting around a kitchen table laughing their asses off at 3am doesn't warrant police intervention.
E is miserable. His company have come to a screeching halt and he worries about the future of his position. I do too. And it shows. We both look beaten down and weary. The love is there, but with weary hearts and minds, our patience is almost nil. We are supposed to be on the same page, but the tension is tearing our souls down. Exhaustion is an understatement
We are going to fight this eviction. The grounds for them giving us the boot is "well, you're place was the cheapest and we need a place to live". Bastards. Just last week, they gave us the pablum of song and dances, telling us they were going to break the lease of the kids below us because we weren't the only ones who complained about the noise and that they were to be served papers on Monday. But joke was on us. We were the ones who got the papers.
Stupid fucken bastards.
Be careful whom you trust from France.
Of the dozen or so people I have met from that country, only one was sincere and nice, and not the backstabbing, arrogant, snide, and sneaky frenchmen I knew. And this man was the exception to the rule for the only reason I believe to be was that he was a Buddhist.
And so the task begins, picking up, looking for a new home. After 10 years, a forced move from a place we called "home sweet home" will not be our home anymore.
Sad strange days indeed...
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