Yesterday, I became something I never thought I would be, a landlord. I don’t know how to think of it exactly. I’m just trying to save my house, but I know I can’t do it on my own. I’ve been talking to this guy for a while now, he’s in the area for a while on some family business.
Now to find a 2nd tenant, as much as I’d love to just have 1 room mate, I can’t really swing it that way, as my income will soon be dropping by $200 a month.
I have a prospect, but I’m unsure if the reward is worth the risk with this one. It’s my (now get ready for this) ex step aunt’s son, or could be explained as my half sister’s cousin. He is supposedly a high functioning person with autism. His mom called me and said that she wants him to be a little more independent and leave the nest.
I worry that his mom might take that as an invite to be a 2nd tenant, and want me to take over all of his needs. I have enough on my plate, I’m just renting out space here I have enough projects in life.
I’m working on several angles at the moment. I have 2 upcoming job interviews that could potentially take some of the pressure off of me. While I do enjoy the role I’m in currently, I know it’s just a stepping stone for me. I’m also trying to get my mortgage payment lowered. I’m also going to see if I can get my escrow account closed and pay for my insurance and taxes directly. My mortgage payment isn’t really the issue, it’s that escrow account.
The reality of my new life is starting to become actuality. It scares me.