Home is where the heart isrings true when I received my second ever eviction notice in my life. It was met with disbelief at first and when reality sunk in, my first thought was OMG I am going be homeless, following by what's going to happen to me, where am I going to live, what is going to happen to my things...
ARGH, the joy of eviction!
Living in a country where the law is pro-landlord, I assume I am not alone being caught in this unfortunate situation. No matter how long the lease is signed, the landlords of Australia have the right to kick you out at any time with any excuses that suit them, they will serve you the correct eviction notice of course but that doesn't make things any better for the tenants.
It is not like I have not been the ideal tenant - rents are paid on time, property kept clean and treating it as if my own, fixing faults on walls and cupboards out of my expanses, taking great care not to ruin the floorboard and not bothering the real estate agent unless it is absolutely necessary. Eviction is what I've got!
For someone who has never been evicted will never know what it feels to not have a place where you can call home, a home for me is a place of where you can park all your anxiety, troubles, dangerous elements of the outside world at the door and be embraced by the feeling of warmth, comfort and security once through the door.
Living in a rented property is like borrowing time and the eviction notice is like terrorist attack for you'll never know when notices like these come. Yes I have liken landlords to terrorists, in this sense, the notice shook me to the core and left me shattered, the wound is easier to disguise but the effect is almost the same.
To rub salt to the wound, Winter is when the rental listing is the lowest, thus, the worst time for flat hunting, there's not much I can do but to start packing. I hate my landlord.
La propriété, c'est le vol!
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