Our current landlords haven’t paid their mortgage since July. Last month we found a Notice of Default masking-taped to our front door from the mortgage company. Last week, they issued a Notice of Trustee’s Sale. Today, the foreclosure websites picked up the listing. First official acknowledgment of this from said landlords?
Two hours ago, when they brought by a Notice of Eviction even though we’ve paid nearly $8,000 in rent to them over the past five months. Talk about insult to injury. When I confronted the owner about where all that money went, she simply pointed to the notice and said, “well, there you have it now” and walked away.
There you have it, indeed.
Two things I want to say here:
1) The housing market crisis you are hearing about in the news is fucking real. The people who own the house we have rented for five years are not bad people; they are small-time house flippers who got caught up in the subprime catastrophe that is inspiring another federal bailout for yet another private market boner. Unfortunately, we rent a house from them, and they have been pocketing our rent money for the past six months rather than paying a mortgage they clearly can no longer afford. Again, they are not bad people. They are simply in way over their heads and taking it out on us because they can’t see straight.
2) If not for the two consistently graceful graces in my life–my parents–my family of five would currently be for-reals-and-no-kidding homeless. Dad. Mom. I count my blessings every day that you are in my life. I love you; good God do I ever love you.