Ever since I left home at the age of 17, never to return (my parents are possession-less, landless, having given everything to Jesus - don't even ask) I have been a renter. I've had room-mates in Pittsburgh, rented houses in the 'burbs in Ohio, lofts in downtown Cleveland, and finally moved to the Seattle area just as the bubble burst, in September of 2007.
I and my wife own two medium (35 and 65 pound) dogs, and this makes things a lot more complicated. We're basically required to rent dog-friendly houses, and those are hard to find close in to the city. Breed specific legislation and prejudice don't make things any easier, either.
I've had generally good experiences with landlords. I do improvements for the cost of materials, have extensive construction experience and am a very competent electrician. I have never left any damage other than minor wear and tear, and my dogs couldn't be less destructive, or better behaved.
Yet, the last three landlords have been simply evil. When I left Ohio I was screwed out of my entire security deposit, charged for landscaping equipment that was never on the property (I even LEFT some new equipment that I had bought - it may have been stolen given the neighborhood) and charged $700 for landscaping. Essentially, they knew we were moving out of state and would not go after them in small claims court.
My next landlord just kept my security deposit and refused to give an explanation. This is after I put a roof on his porch and put down over half a ton of high-quality mulch, planted ornamental trees, etc. I was compensated only for materials. Again, he was across state lines (Idaho). I suppose I can't blame him, the deposit was fairly small and he got simply robbed on the property - they paid $460k during the bubble for a 1920's vacation shack that had been on a nice parcel which the original owner had split in three. So, it was basically a strip of land about 90 feet wide with a tear-down on it on the waterfront in Suquamish. Great view. Not exactly prime location. I was paying about a quarter of his mortgage in rent. They put it on the market after we moved out, but of course it didn't sell.
We're currently living in a nice, updated rambler in a reasonably decent part of Renton, up on the hill, with a big back yard. Landlords paid $260k in 2006, and since did between 20-40k in improvements. We paid $1700/month for a year, and were ok with it, because they didn't mind the dogs, and there's no carpet, and it was what we wanted. Average rent for the area is about $1200/mo. It hurt, but the house is nice and when our friends come from the Midwest to visit they have a nice place to stay. My checks never bounce. I'm never late by more than a few days. At the end of the year they wanted us to sign another year lease, I managed to negotiate them to 1550/mo on a month to month basis. Our strategy was to wait for the fall and either find another rental or possibly buy.
Then, exactly 21 days before the end of this month, they gave us a terse notice to vacate by September 1st as they were going to do some landscaping and put the house on the market.
Yes, this is technically legal. Is it the right thing to do? Is it the SANE thing to do?? They want $325k. They need $300k just to walk away with nothing. The property looks nice enough, but the sole source of heat is a gas fireplace (I installed a thermostat - it was on a switch - and didn't even charge them. Well, at least it keeps my gas bill much lower.) There is a church adjoining the back yard so every Sunday you are treated to a few hours of loudly sung hymns. I can't tell the denomination, exactly. No privacy fencing, just chain link. If that's your thing, great, but I'd rather not be right next to a church. No garage, just a carport that's too narrow to hold much more than my surfboards and my Miata.
This notice to vacate was the last straw. We desperately threw ourselves to the task of finding a suitable place, but closing in three weeks is virtually impossible even if you have a place picked out and money is not an issue. Neither of us come from wealth or have savings - I have unsecured debt incurred from moving here and supporting both of us while she looked for work. She has a staggering amount of debt from law school.
Now, we both have good jobs, although I work from home as a tech consultant and have found it hard to concentrate, as you might understand. This is costing me big-time. I'm being kicked out of my home AND my office. We were just not prepared for this.
We have been pre-approved for 200k, and frankly I don't want to spend more. All I want is a solid structure that needs work that I can improve, and room for our beloved animals. Yet this seems impossible to find. It also needs to be basically livable as we don't have any relatives or friends who can put us up while we look for a place.
I'm afraid that if I sign another lease I will end up stabbing the landlord in the eye with the pen they give me to sign with. First + last + deposit (goodbye deposit) is the best part of a down payment on a 200k FHA loan.
So frustrated. I have found an agent who seems trustworthy, and I'm no idiot, I know how to build a house and what materials cost. He has not tried to bullshit me. I am only looking at bank-owned as they are the only places even close to reasonably priced.
We countered on a place in Fed Way, offered 194k which was approximately 2002-2003 pricing for the place, and it wasn't even that nice. Someone else countered HIGHER. In a way, I'm glad - 194k was much too high. They can keep it.
A day or so ago I get a voicemail from our landlords almost begging us to stay until spring. Wow. Maybe someone hit them over the head with a clue-by-four. The way they treated us, I am not inclined to give them another dime, but it looks like we have no choice.
Any advice or sympathy would be appreciated. We moved out to the city of our dreams, and we're never going back to the Midwest. It's been a rough few weeks, though - there's nothing good under 200k, and the few places we've found that we like we're just getting the run-around from banks and listing agents.
I feel like a serf in the middle ages. I am done. Done, done, done.