The girls who were robbed before Christmas called us yesterday. They would like to break their lease and move out. They don't feel safe now and want to leave. I can surely understand the sentiment, but it isn't easy to find renters in the middle of winter up here. They're responsible for up to three months if we're not able to rent it, but if history is any indicator, it will be rented in less than a month. Today I'll have to post ads and pictures and show the apartment the rest of the week to prospective tenants. Sigh, there's always something when you're a landlord.
Serge and I fantasize about going back to being renters. Life was so carefree then (But could we have appreciated that fact? No, no we couldn't). If something went wrong, all we had to do was call the landlord. Of course our attitude toward the landlords was that they were evil, greedy bastards, always raising rents and never fixing things in a timely manner. I feel bad about that now that I know what it's like on this side of the fence. A picnic, it is not.
I hate how everyone thinks you're rich if you're a landlord. Ha! 85% of landlords up here are like us, small potatoes, handling 3-7 units. Working toward having some kind of stable income at retirement age when the building(s) are paid off. I just keep telling myself to keep my eye on the prize. I'll be telling myself that for the next twenty years too.