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A place to call home
5 years ago
If you read my last journal you would know I was struggling really hard to find a place to live before being evicted and rendered homeless... well, damn, do I have a story to tell you!!
On the day I was being evicted I had received a call-back from a realtor who was trying to lease out a two-bedroom apartment in the next town over (about 25 minute drive) and it was within my price range. So I burned rubber down to the apartment he advertised so that I could get a good look of the place before I signed any lease agreement. Long story short.. the guy was a conman posing as a realtor and he attempted to scam me into converting my deposit and first month of rent into bitcoin currency. I ended up spending about two hours reporting all the information to the local cops and they told me this happens a lot this time of year with all the college kids looking for places to live. But it ended up burning too much of my time because I had to be moved out by 12 pm and it was 11:35 by the time I could finish the report and I had a half-hour drive back, so again, I was high-tailing it through the narrow canyon that separated the towns.
Right before I got back into city limits, I was pulled over by a highway patrolman (surprisingly not for speeding) but rather because I had expired tags on my plate. I showed him my updated registration via phone picture, so he didn't write me a ticket for that, BUT.... when he ran my background he said that there was an issue with my licence; apparently, somewhere in the line of federal Bureaucratic B.S. someone at the DMV fucked up and invalidated my divers licence due to a medical condition (THAT I DON'T HAVE) so I've technically been driving around for the last three years with an Invalid drivers licence. The state trooper who pulled me over was very understanding.. he said that he understood the situation, and even though he would have technically been in the right by towing my car and sending me on my way by foot, he wasn't going to be a dick. He did however write a citation for the invalid license, but said I can overturn it whenever I go into the DMV to fix the mistake with the Medical condition.
I called my landlord and told him that I wasn't going to be completely moved out by 12 (it was about 12:30 already). He was irritated to say the least, but was understanding enough after telling him I've been scammed, evicted, rendered homeless, lost my drivers license, and just straight-up been the most unlucky man in the world all in one day, not even halfway through it.
I was fortunate enough that my twin sister was more than willing to let me store my stuff in her shed and let me stay with them for a week.. see, she's a first time mother, my nephew is only a few months old and her house was already full of things taking up too much space so I didn't want to burden her. The sad part for me was that if in the next week I couldn't find a perminent residence here, I wouldnt be able to stay in this town and that would have meant I'd have to give up my job..
BUT THEN MY LUCK SHIFTED DRAMATICALLY. A couple hours after moving my things to my sisters place, I recieved a call from a friend who said he knew this guy who was trying to lease these two really really unique properties.. both were studio apartments, the cheaper one had a hold on it until monday, which means someone else essentially paid $100 to have "dibs" on it but if they didn't claim it the following monday, it was free-game. The other however... still hadn't been claimed. So I got hold of the realtor, he showed me the place (as it turns out is just down the road from my previous residence) and he gave me a tour..
The thing about this place....
IT IS SIMPLY.. THE MOST UNIQUE... MOST ALIGNED WITH MY PERSONALITY.. COOLEST FREAKING APARTMENT I HAVE EVER LIVED IN. of course I had to take it! granted, its about twice the rent I was paying before.. but it was almost like the universe had played an elaborate game with me, as though everything shitty that happened that morning was a penance for the reward I was given in the afternoon. The building was started in the 1940's, and was built up layer by layer, each one from a different decade. My studio is on the bottom floor; sort of a half-basement where three of the four sides are underground, and the fourth faces away from the road and views a small stream and birch trees where a covered double-deck bends around a curving wall. the inside looks something like a 1960's house boat. You can see the art-deco inspired architecture on the outside, and post-modern Americana on the interior of my studio. The landlord told me this building is recognized as a historic landmark, hell, I even think the son of Henry Ford lived here when he went to college in the 60's. There's so many cool things about it... I cant even fathom my luck..
This place will be a great inspiration for my future artwork.. I can feel the creative energy flowing around here. --On a side note though.. I'm pretty damn sure people were shorter back in the 40's-60's because there are parts of the ceiling only three to five inches above my head and the kitchen counter is only a few inches above my knees! (I'm 5'11") so this wouldn't be so fun for someone who is in the 6 foot range!
On the day I was being evicted I had received a call-back from a realtor who was trying to lease out a two-bedroom apartment in the next town over (about 25 minute drive) and it was within my price range. So I burned rubber down to the apartment he advertised so that I could get a good look of the place before I signed any lease agreement. Long story short.. the guy was a conman posing as a realtor and he attempted to scam me into converting my deposit and first month of rent into bitcoin currency. I ended up spending about two hours reporting all the information to the local cops and they told me this happens a lot this time of year with all the college kids looking for places to live. But it ended up burning too much of my time because I had to be moved out by 12 pm and it was 11:35 by the time I could finish the report and I had a half-hour drive back, so again, I was high-tailing it through the narrow canyon that separated the towns.
Right before I got back into city limits, I was pulled over by a highway patrolman (surprisingly not for speeding) but rather because I had expired tags on my plate. I showed him my updated registration via phone picture, so he didn't write me a ticket for that, BUT.... when he ran my background he said that there was an issue with my licence; apparently, somewhere in the line of federal Bureaucratic B.S. someone at the DMV fucked up and invalidated my divers licence due to a medical condition (THAT I DON'T HAVE) so I've technically been driving around for the last three years with an Invalid drivers licence. The state trooper who pulled me over was very understanding.. he said that he understood the situation, and even though he would have technically been in the right by towing my car and sending me on my way by foot, he wasn't going to be a dick. He did however write a citation for the invalid license, but said I can overturn it whenever I go into the DMV to fix the mistake with the Medical condition.
I called my landlord and told him that I wasn't going to be completely moved out by 12 (it was about 12:30 already). He was irritated to say the least, but was understanding enough after telling him I've been scammed, evicted, rendered homeless, lost my drivers license, and just straight-up been the most unlucky man in the world all in one day, not even halfway through it.
I was fortunate enough that my twin sister was more than willing to let me store my stuff in her shed and let me stay with them for a week.. see, she's a first time mother, my nephew is only a few months old and her house was already full of things taking up too much space so I didn't want to burden her. The sad part for me was that if in the next week I couldn't find a perminent residence here, I wouldnt be able to stay in this town and that would have meant I'd have to give up my job..
BUT THEN MY LUCK SHIFTED DRAMATICALLY. A couple hours after moving my things to my sisters place, I recieved a call from a friend who said he knew this guy who was trying to lease these two really really unique properties.. both were studio apartments, the cheaper one had a hold on it until monday, which means someone else essentially paid $100 to have "dibs" on it but if they didn't claim it the following monday, it was free-game. The other however... still hadn't been claimed. So I got hold of the realtor, he showed me the place (as it turns out is just down the road from my previous residence) and he gave me a tour..
The thing about this place....
IT IS SIMPLY.. THE MOST UNIQUE... MOST ALIGNED WITH MY PERSONALITY.. COOLEST FREAKING APARTMENT I HAVE EVER LIVED IN. of course I had to take it! granted, its about twice the rent I was paying before.. but it was almost like the universe had played an elaborate game with me, as though everything shitty that happened that morning was a penance for the reward I was given in the afternoon. The building was started in the 1940's, and was built up layer by layer, each one from a different decade. My studio is on the bottom floor; sort of a half-basement where three of the four sides are underground, and the fourth faces away from the road and views a small stream and birch trees where a covered double-deck bends around a curving wall. the inside looks something like a 1960's house boat. You can see the art-deco inspired architecture on the outside, and post-modern Americana on the interior of my studio. The landlord told me this building is recognized as a historic landmark, hell, I even think the son of Henry Ford lived here when he went to college in the 60's. There's so many cool things about it... I cant even fathom my luck..
This place will be a great inspiration for my future artwork.. I can feel the creative energy flowing around here. --On a side note though.. I'm pretty damn sure people were shorter back in the 40's-60's because there are parts of the ceiling only three to five inches above my head and the kitchen counter is only a few inches above my knees! (I'm 5'11") so this wouldn't be so fun for someone who is in the 6 foot range!
But in the end, awesome to hear you found something that seems to be just the right thing for you!