No tears.
Since Saturday and the bomb drop.
I also took a few actions today that helped with that.
I became a member of the San Francisco Tenant’s Union.
$35 for a year-long membership.
I think it will come quite in handy.
I plan on getting up early and going to do drop in counseling regarding my landlady asking me to move out 90 days from tomorrow on Saturday.
I also placed a phone call with the Union, of course I did not get a live person, but as a member I was allowed to place a call and get a call back, which I think is very cool. The Union will not take phone calls from non-members.
I left a succinct message regarding the situation, that I was planning on coming in on Saturday, that I had done a good bit of reading of the handbook and that I wanted to know if there was anything that my counselor would need when I came in.
I quickly asserted that I had no lease, that the landlady had given me a verbal notice to quit the in-law, and that I had been living here for five years paying rent on a monthly basis, $1200 a month plus utilities for the first three years and $1250 plus utilities for the last two.
I didn’t get a call back today and from the information on the message I may not get a call back before I head in on Saturday.
But.
It felt good to take a small action.
I also put it in my God box.
I wrote a note, I said some prayers, I asked God to take care of it and show me where I’m supposed to live next.
I also did my morning readings and prayer and that always, I mean always helps.
Especially when one of the readings was talking about principles before personalities and I realized how applicable that was to my situation.
I don’t like my landlady’s personality and I have found myself wanting to ruminate about that when it really has nothing to do with my situation, who she is as a person is none of my business.
How she treats me as a tenant is and I am not in agreement with what she asked of me to do.
I am in fear, I won’t lie, that it’s going to get uncomfortable to live here if I find out that I have rights that are due me and when I request for them to be honored I suspect that there will be push back.
But.
Until that happens I am trying pretty damn hard to stay out of that crazy making in my head.
I have already decided that she will tell me I’m not allowed to use the washer and dryer in the garage and that she’s going to want me to get anything I have in storage in her garage out.
My bicycle, my Burning Man bins, my tents.
I also suspect she will ask me to park my scooter on the street instead of next to the house.
But.
Again.
Those things haven’t happened and are not happening right now.
They may.
And if they do I will handle them at that time, worrying about what happens in the future doesn’t actually prepare me for what’s going to happen and so often my experience has been that much of what I’m afraid of doesn’t come to pass.
Thus attempting to stay present and stay in the moment where there really is nothing wrong.
My rent is paid for this upcoming month and I have time to find out what my options are and I have time to look for a new place to live.
Because no matter what comes of the Tenant Union drop in counseling, moving is on the table, on my plate, is going to happen.
It just is a matter of how it happens and when and if I get any sort of compensation to more.
Even if I find out I don’t have to move and I suspect that may very well be an option, I just feel like the landlady will make it hell to live here and I’m not much interested in that.
I feel like the best case scenario is I get some money to help facilitate the move and I am able to make a jump to a bigger and better place.
I have been seriously considering the option of getting a three bedroom house in the Outer Sunset.
I have been doing some Craigslist research and there are some very doable options out here.
I have seen a few other homes that might work in the Richmond neighborhood and one or two elsewhere, one in the SOMA which is a no go, I don’t want to have to worry about street parking and a few in Portola, one in Glenn Park, some in the Outer Mission/Excelsior.
But the Outer Sunset seems to have the biggest amount of choices and I am really liking the idea of having a house.
Granted I don’t have the furnishings for a house, but I believe they will come.
If I can get another couple of folks together I could easily snag a place that’s big, sunny, has parking, maybe even a garage, washer and dryer on site and/or hookups for them.
A few places also have fireplaces and yards.
I mean.
That sounds fucking terrific to me.
Two of the houses I really liked also have Master bedrooms with their own baths.
I could be the Master tenant, pay a little more, have a big room, my own bathroom and then full access to the rest of the house.
It’s beginning to sound more and more feasible to me.
And exciting.
I’m not exactly looking forward to the uncomfortable conversations I feel are going to occur, but then again, I am feeling very positive that I am heading into a much better housing situation than I currently have.
And for that.
Well.
I am fucking grateful as hell.
Auntiebubba 