My landlord called me and said is retiring and sold my apartment building after 16 Β½ years of me living here. Maybe this is a sign to move on from my dumpy apartment in the suburbs, maybe it’s time to buy land and move back out to the country. Maybe I can stay or maybe I can find a place closer to work.
Who knows how much more time I have here. Maybe it will be just a reasonable bump in rent with the new owner or maybe I’ll have to leave. It wasn’t call I was expecting tonight but it’s been a good run here and while my apartment hasn’t been wonderful – it’s been inexpensive and convenient. Now that I work in the suburbs, maybe it’s time to move on, to a different livestyle and way of living.
It’s too soon to know immediately but change is in the air like it or not for my life. As much as I wish all to remain the same, I’ve watched as the neighborhood around me has gentrified and my apartment decayed as my landlord grayed, and knew that day would come when tough decisions came down. It will be a change, probably requiring an adjustment to my budget but I have options. I knew I couldn’t live here forever.