"Ok, so this isn’t directly charity related but this blog is about what happens when you make a decision to change your life for the “better” and follow your heart to try to leave the world a better place.
I’m emotionally drained, so most of this post is going to be copies & pasted from an email I sent last night to a friend. Forgive me, it’s not lazy… it’s just an emotional incapability to write it all again.
Here’s the deal. We live in this fantastic house, it’s really amazing and we took it on when we were both making good money and the rent $675/week was no issue. Then when Ricks business got hit by the GFC and all the big contracts he was supposed to be working on got put on hold until the economy picked up again. So initially my business was supporting his payroll until I just couldn’t afford to do it anymore and we had to put everyone off.
So a few months later when I decided I really wasn’t happy with my business anymore
and needed to do something worthwhile, we were in a comfortable position. We did all the numbers and what we had coming in was enough to cover the necessities. There wasn’t heaps left over, but we’re simple people we don’t want for much. We don’t drink or smoke, we don’t eat out, we don’t as a general rule go anywhere that costs anything. The sum total of our “entertainment” spending is our Austar subscription – and given that we don’t get free to air TV here, I don’t think that’s a luxury when you’ve got kids.
We made the very difficult decision to take our children out of their private school that they love next year, and send them to a public school. This will save us about $12,000/yr and, had we not had some horrific problems with the school in the last term, I’m not sure I could have bought myself to do that.
We have managed to keep paying the rent for the most part this year but have missed about 4-5 weeks over the last year. For the last couple of months we’ve been paying $700/week to try to pay off some of what we owe in arrears, and we haven’t missed a rent payment in ages. The real estate agency seems to turn over staff faster than KFC (no offence KFC, thanks for not using Palm Oil anymore) - the previous property manager had made an agreement with us that if $700 was what we could afford, then that was fine. When he also left, 3 months ago we heard no more from the agent until about a week ago when they were to come for a routine inspection.
The inspection date rolls around and we are waiting all day for them to show up. We made 4 or 5 calls to their office but the phones weren’t answered (it was, after all, Melbourne Cup day). That evening we received a phone call from our neighbour who lives in a completely separate house at the bottom of the 14 hectare property. He asked if we were to have an inspection that day, because someone had come to his house and left a note saying that he was supposed to be there for an inspection, but as he wasn’t they had entered his property to carry out the inspection without him. That’s right… they went to the WRONG house – a house which is not even rented through their office and carried out an inspection on the home. People who live in the country will understand that we’re pretty relaxed about locking doors out in the sticks.
So the giggling property manager rings up two days later- apparently illegally entering someone’s house is funny, and she reschedules her appointment for today. I had no desire to speak to her so passed her on to Rick. At the time of this phone call she told Rick words to the effect of: she can see that our rent is being paid regularly but it is still behind, and that we need to put a payment plan forward to catch up the arrears and if we do that, everything is OK. That was on the 5th of November. “Set up a payment plan and everything will be fine”
On Monday the 9th we spoke to the property manager again to try to determine exactly how much we would need to pay to keep out of trouble. The property manager wouldn’t give us an answer and instead told us “you work it out and I’ll go back to the owner”
So we sit down and crunch the numbers, we’re already leaving ourselves short for food, but Rick spent the day at the Salvo’s getting some food etc. Which I feel crap about cause he’s a pretty proud guy, he’s never been unemployed, he’s never had to ask for food. But he did it and he came home happy because we had food. I should say also that he’s been applying for every single job that is advertised within a reasonable commute including some pretty crappy jobs which with his depth of knowledge & experience are insulting, but he’s applying. I’m just making the point that we aren’t sitting here trying to be elitist, we’re doing everything we can.
So then soon after he got home, less than 24 hours after speaking to the agent about the rental arrears, the real estate agent rings up again and says they’re hand delivering a notice to vacate and we have SEVEN days to get out of the house.
The whole time with the cars and all the other crap, I kept saying “I’m ok as long as I have a roof over my head and we don’t lose the house” – so now… yeah … now I have no idea what we’re going to do. We couldn’t afford to move even if we did have somewhere to go, and the landlord won’t let us stay even if we managed to find the $3,000-odd we owe them. My family have even asked me “what about your rent, are you ok with that?” and I’ve said “yeah, we’re fine!” because we had an agreement, that yes we were a few weeks behind but we were paying regularly AND paying extra, albeit only a little extra.
Just as I thought we would be able to cope with Christmas, Remax Mooloolaba expect a family, in financial hardship, with 9 children a dog, a cat & 9 chickens to not only find alternate housing but be moved out and property cleaned, keys returned within SEVEN days. And when we ask how we are supposed to find another house (especially as evictees) we are told “We will do what we can, but it probably won’t be through us”
We are not delinquent tenants. We don’t have parties and annoy the neighbours. We haven’t trashed the property, in fact we keep an impeccable house and grounds. We have three special needs children who have really only just settled in to their surroundings. The thought of spending Christmas homeless is really not something I planned when I decided to give up my previous life to try to make the world a better place.
The point of this blog at the start was to prove that anyone could make a difference if they decided to. I guess at this point I’m not making a very good case. If you’re wondering if this means the end of Project 18, then the answer is an unequivocal NO. I won’t give up on what I believe in. We’ve made a commitment to the betterment of the planet. Remax Mooloolaba won’t put an end to that.
We have had several discussions with Remax over the past 24 hours begging them to be reasonable – they refuse to negotiate. I would like to ask all my supporters, followers and friends to help me spread the word. And please take a minute to contact Remax Mooloolaba and ask them WHY in this day & age, are they so incapable of making reasonable compassionate decisions?
You can Tweet Remax Mooloolaba @RentalAdvice email: mooloolaba@remaxproperty.com.au or phone their office 07 5452 4555"
