.Renting out apartments and houses can be a nightmare. As in other areas of life, a few nasty renters spoil it for everybody else.
Though I wasn’t a perfect tenant, I strove to be quiet and to look after the places that I rented. In fact, one future landlord felt impressed at my consideration of neighbouring tenants when he visited my apartment. This is how it happened.
“I found a place that you could rent,” Mom said to me on the phone one July afternoon. “It’s the main floor of a house.” I eagerly jotted down the phone number and address. Having prayed for fifteen months that I could find a quiet place to live, I hoped that God would finally grant me my request.
Marshall, the landlord, met me at the house one afternoon. “This place seems not too bad,” I said as we walked into the second bedroom, “but is the downstairs neighbour quiet?”
“Sure. He’s an older gentleman and he doesn’t play loud music.”
“What about the neighbours? Do they have dogs?”
“As far as I know, they’re quiet. Nobody’s complained to me.”
“Great. I’ll sign the contract then.” As I wrote my name, I silently prayed that I wasn’t making another mistake.
“Do you have a cheque to pay the damage deposit and first month’s rent?” he asked.
“I forgot to bring it. Could we meet again here and I can give you the money?”
“How about if I give you a ride to your place and you could cut me a cheque there?”
“Sure. Thanks a lot for the offer. I have to take the busses since I can’t see to drive a car.”
At my apartment, he and I sat at my kitchen table as I filled out the cheque. “What’s that speaker unit doing on the table?” he pointed into the living room.
“That’s so I can hear my music without disturbing the neighbours underneath me. After all, God put my ears on the sides of my head and not my ankles.”
“Good. I’m glad to know that. I think you’ll be a good tenant.”
Pleased with his complement, I silently thanked God for letting Mom find the new place in the paper. As with the previous moves, I eagerly counted the days as I packed.
I wrote about my long search for a quiet place to live in How I Was Razed: A Journey from Cultism to Christianity. I hope to have this memoir published by the end of the year. Please check out my previous paperbacks on the Bruce Atchison’s Books link.