A short post this week.
I got this apartment through a guy named Glenn. He's the guy who lived in the room next door, and he was the leaseholder on the house - the only one who dealt with the landlords.
Glenn passed away a few days ago. He had sorosis of the liver, and he was told that another trip to the hospital would be his last, but he just kept drinking, because it's what he loved to do. It was his end, but at least he went out happy.
Anyway, the very next day, the landlords in all of their distaste, kicked the rest of us out of the house claiming, "Since Glenn, the leaseholder is dead, we have no lease with him anymore, and since we had no contracts with the rest of you, we want you out. Their idea of being kind is giving us all two weeks to find a place.
I'm not impressed by their tact, behavior, and general disposition when it comes to everyone in this house.
Regardless, we're all out of a place to stay, and that's where my focus is right now.
I had every intention of posting a video blog this week wherein I showed everyone my house, my route to work, my backyard and garden... doesn't seem worth it now.
So that's it.
We're looking for a place to house all of us, because we'd like to stay together, and we have a solid lead on a place up the mountain, but at the same time, they do deposits on electricity accounts here (which is weird), and they can be incredibly steep, so we'll have to see what happens. Individually I've got a lead on a kickass little place which is literally right on the beach, but I told them my priority is finding a place for everyone in the house first.
I don't believe in prayer, but if you do, and you'd like to throw one or two up, we wouldn't complain.
I'll post again once I've figured out what I'm doing.
Rest in peace, Glenn.