Merry Christmess

An old woman lives upstairs at my new business location.  I didn’t hear her make a peep during the first two times I been there, and I haven’t heard her earlier today as I was shooting this video.

But then her son came home…..I hate him.  I hate her son.  Her son ruined my dreams and my future in the short 45 minutes that I’ve known him.

Well, I don’t actually know him, know him.  I’ve never seen or spoke to him, but I could hear him speaking to his mother.

He’s loud, crass, and vulgar.

My world unfurled.  It’s bad enough having second thoughts about moving, but this kid sent me over the edge.

I was quietly listening to my music while taking window measurements, when I heard the son walk in and head upstairs.  I shut off my iPod and walked into the massage room that’s closest to their entryway.

I could hear everything.

Then they got into a heated debate and the son started cursing.

I held up my heavy duty soundproofing blankets to cover the door, but it didn’t help.

Me thinking – “It can’t be helped.  They’re too loud.  I can’t be here.”

I sat and listened some more, I tried holding up the blanket again, turned up relaxing music on my iPhone to see if that would drown them out, but no.  Nothing.

I sat some more and listened.

I wasn’t actually listening, just hearing.  I don’t give a shit about what they were actually saying.  I just wanted to hear how bad the sound was, and it was pretty bad.

I laid with my back to the floor and said, “shit.”

I drove home pissed and wrote my landlord an email explaining to him that I want out.  He quickly called me back.

Here are key points he said (not word for word):

Him – “The son doesn’t live there, he’s just visiting from college.  Just the mother lives there.”

Me – “Does she get a lot of visitors?”

Him – “No.”

Me – “Would I be able to add a contingency to the lease stating that if it get’s too loud, I’ll be able to leave without finishing the lease?”

Him – “Yes, absolutely.  If the place ever becomes an unworkable atmosphere you can definitely opt out of the lease.”

Him – “The mother is moving anyway this summer.  She won’t be there much longer.”

Me thinking – ‘But what if an even louder family moves in?  I would have spent all this money fixing the place up, only to move out.  I’d need to rent the upstairs.’

Me – “How much is the rent upstairs?”

Him – “1250.  It’s really nice.  It’s small, but it’s cute.”

Me thinking – ‘If I’m going to pay the entire rent for the whole house, I might as well own it.’

Me – “Do you have a lease to own option?”

Him – “We do.  We can discuss it on Saturday.  Want to meet with me Saturday and you can meet Kathy?  And I’ll answer all your questions.”

Bottom line is, I can’t do business there if there’s more than one person living upstairs.  I either have to opt out now, or buy the house.  That’s all there is to it.

I kept him on the phone on Christmas Eve.  I wanted to talk more about the lease-to-own possibility and I wanted to make sure he knew in brick and mortar that I can leave if things get loud.

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I just read about leasing to own.  It’s crap.  I’m not doing that.  I’ll have to pay market rent and an option fee and a rent premium.  Option fee’s and rent premiums are applied to the equity, but I’d lose all that equity if I don’t get approved for a conventional mortgage in the time allotted on the contract.

Bullshit, what’s the point in that?  I hate gambling.  I hate complicated things and I hate this.

God I hate this.

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I decided not to go through with it.  There’s just too much shit to do.  The traffic noise is loud, loud son living upstairs, french doors that don’t block out sound, the facial room doesn’t even have doors.  It’s just too much.  Not worth it.  I wrote the new landlord another email.

You can read it if you like, but it’s long and boring as always.  I hate writing business bullshit.
I got off the phone with you a few hours ago and I thought everything over very thoroughly. The thing is, when Kathy moves out in the summer, there’s going to be another tenant to replace her. And the next tenant may pose a problem for me even if Kathy is quiet as a mouse in the meantime.

I know you said that I’d be able to leave if things get to be too much, but that’s not as easy as it sounds. I would have already invested in the sign, moving everything, buying all the curtains for the sunroom and doors for the kitchen, I’d probably replace the french doors that connect to Kathy’s side with solid core doors to reduce sound. It’s a big investment even if I’m allowed to leave due to noise, I still would have invested a ton.

And I’ll always have that nagging feeling of when the son will be home next. And when Kathy moves out, I’ll be worried about who’s moving in next.

So my idea for that was to rent the upstairs when Kathy moves out. But I’ll be paying $2800 a month for a house without gaining equity, so I might as well buy it then, right?

I looked into leasing to buy, but I’m not a gambler. I’d rather wait to save for a downpayment and get approved for a conventional loan rather than making a bet that I’ll be successful in a certain time-frame or lose everything I put into it. Leasing to own doesn’t sound rational.

So basically what I’m saying is, this location isn’t right for me. I can’t explain it any better than me not being a gambler. It just feels like a gamble. I’ve got cold feet, it’s the first time in my life where I’ve gotten cold feet.

I love the house, love the location, but unfortunately the priority for a massage business is for it to be quiet. And that’s something I can’t easily gamble on. Moving out if it gets too loud is not an option for me since the loss would be too great, and I wouldn’t want to do that to you anyway.

It’s 11pm, and I’ve been thinking this over since I got off the phone with you at 6:30. There’s too many variables, you know? There’s just too many “what if’s?”

If you were seeing things from my end, you’d totally understand. When it comes to clients, I’m a complete control freak and everything needs to be just perfect.

And I’m also a little weary about paying 60% of the house utilities. I have an OCD cousin who washed his hands constantly and taken 14 hour showers – his water bill was astronomical. If I see the bills were super high one month, I’ll probably blame poor Kathy for cranking her heat up and leaving it up for the entirety of winter even though that is highly unlikely, I’d still think that. And I don’t want to think that.

Aside from Kathy’s son, I also noticed the traffic noise. When I first scoped out the place, it didn’t seem that bad and I could remedy it with window plugs but I don’t know….now that I really sat and listened to it, it just seems like too much. My clients won’t be pleased, no matter how pretty the place is.

I’m not going to send you this email yet. I’m going to sleep on it and if I still feel this way in the morning, I’ll send it. By the morning if my mind hasn’t changed, I don’t think it CAN be changed.

No wait, I’m going to send it now. Just in case you might cash my check tomorrow.

Melanie 

So there you have it.

I HAVE to move, but not in there.

And this my friends, is how I spent my Christmess eve.

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