So I’m getting evicted.

Er. Sort of. 

Back in May I rented a place from a couple of gents who had purchased a condo in a remodeled three floor house. I guess it wasn’t zoned properly and they had to get out. At least this is the story I’m told. Anyhow, it’s the nicest place I’ve ever lived and I’ve been paying next to nothing for it. I’ve also been here three months and the weirdness began last week.

Note on the door from a process severs company. I expected this at some point. It basically told me I had 90 days or so before I had to move out. Say goodbye to the jettub, 24 foot ceilings and blah blah blah…I could live with that short notice. However it’s now been twice someone has been by to change the locks, of which I’ve kindly had to explain, this property has not been abandoned. 

So here we are. Moving again. Tired of this nonsense. Hopefully I can still get the 90 days, but this is another example of bizarreness disrupting any semblance of normalcy.

Blame is due herein. I’m the guy who chose to move in. To be fair, this place is amazing and I’ve enjoyed it. 

Party this weekend?