There’s a lot of stuff on the internet about landlord/tenant conflict and adversity. Some tenants seem to think all landlords are evil. Some landlords are truly horrible, if not evil. Despite the working title (Terrorist Tenants, chosen mostly for its barely humorous flavor) of this blog, I like to foster landlord/tenant cooperation.
I didn’t get into landlording to become a dark, evil lord. (More than one of my tenants have said I’m the best landlord they’ve ever had.) I got into landlording because my self-employment in other fields withered away as I got older. I needed cash, and to keep some portion of our nest egg outside the stock market so if it crashes our income doesn’t. Collecting rent from one or more investment properties seemed like a decent way to generate cash flow so we can still eat food like normal people do.
With one class in the legal aspects of property management under my belt, I felt somewhat prepared to find tenants for our first rental property. The rest, as they say, is history.
After making it halfway through the most stressful year of my life, I’ve decided to resort to “cathartic writing.” That is what this blog is for. It’s not for you, the reader. Sorry. It’s for me. You don’t need to be here for the cathartic process to take place. So if you have a problem with my posts, my grammar, my whining, my finger-pointing…just…shut…up. If you have a complaint to file, get away from my web site and go write your own blog. On the other hand, if you have something nice to say, well, then thanks for sharing.
Despite my severe case of ADD, I will make every effort to keep this cathartic blog “on task.” The purpose is to expel the anxiety that has developed from my interactions with tenants (past and present). Most of my tenants are awesome. But there is a very small minority of tenants and events that just boggles the mind and skyrockets my blood pressure. I am a generally loving and generous person. I hope that my writing here—without revealing any of the tenants names—will keep me from spewing my frustrations directly back at the “bad apple” and good tenants, and soothe me enough to handle future interactions in a gentle, calm manner.
I guess if this works well I’ll need to write less and less in the future as the magic, cathartic writing process takes place.