As most of you know by now, my one
most passionate dream is to own a home of my own. Having spent much of my childhood homeless or on the verge of it--and being a Cancer, of course--I crave a nice, safe, clean, wonderful
home of my own with an unparalleled constancy. This urge has driven my every move since my last intense craving--a college education--and is with me every waking moment, and often in my sleep as well.
Several things have stood in the way. Student loans, illness, an unsteady and frequently very low income, six years spent renting in one of the most expensive cities in America, and an inability to figure out exactly
where I want to settle down top the list of obstacles to my home ownership.
Last March (2007), I publicly declared my desire to own my own home and I set about trying to bring that dream to fruition. The first step was to leave the overpriced apartment I was renting in a (terrible) co-housing community in Northampton. I was paying $825 plus utilities for a tiny, basement 2BR apartment. In order to cut my overhead, I relocated to Easthampton, the smaller, more working class neighbor to Northampton, and rented a 3BR duplex for $900. My intention was to rent one of the bedrooms and split utilities with someone, while still having rooms in which to sleep and work. The apartment was perfect for this, but the plan has not worked as I hoped.
I moved in on May 1st, covered the nearly $3,000 in move-in costs, and then looked for a roommate for June 1st. Only one person showed up for his scheduled interview, but he brought me iced coffee, seemed very easy-going and personable, and said that he had made more than $100,000 the year before. I liked him, so even though he said his credit was bad, didn't have a checking account, and couldn't pay the move-in costs all at once, I took him.
I have regretted this decision ever since. While he is a very good guy in many ways, he is not a good roommate. In all the months he's lived here (nearly eight) he has never paid his rent or any of his bills on time. For the first four months, I paid our rent with my credit card. I had my portion (which is nearly 2/3 of the rent), but not his. Since the lease is in my name, it was my obligation to pay the rent on time, even when he didn't.
Every month, he had a story. Once he said he set himself on fire. Twice he was in the hospital with kidney stones. Once he fell 14 feet off a building. Three times someone died. Twice his employer didn't pay him for a total of one month's wages. The last time, he just didn't come home on the day rent was due. He showed up the next day in tears and said he'd almost killed himself because he felt so bad about not having rent. I had promised myself the month before that if he didn't pay his rent on time one more time, I'd kick him out, but when faced with a sobbing 26-year old ironworker, I could only offer him hugs...and candy.
I think he's probably not a bad guy. Twice I've gone out of town and he took good care of my kitty. He has helped me move heavy things. If I ask him to do something--like turn the TV down or use the bathmat--he does it. But the entire point of having him here was to get myself into a better, more relaxing financial position, and instead, I have been frustrated, stressed out, and angry.
Part two of my home ownership plan was to increase my income, which I have done successfully. On October 1st, I took a full-time work-from-home editing job for which I am well-compensated. It takes away much of the stress associated with rent, because I can now afford to pay both mine and my roommate's without resorting to credit cards, but it does not take away the anger, resentment, and frustration.
I have talked with him about the toll this takes on me. He seems sincerely sorry. He pledges to do better. I have told him, month after month, that this can't continue. He says it won't. But then it does.
Two months ago, my concession was to agree to a weekly payment plan. He would pay me $100 per week, rather than trying to come up with his $385 in rent all at once on the 1st of the month. He never came through with any payments, though.
In December, he paid his rent ten days late. As of today, January 6th, he owes me $276 for November, December, and part of January's utilities.
The good news is that I finally kicked him out. Just before Christmas, I talked it over with him, and he agreed that he could leave by February 1st. Since my boyfriend is here now, hopefully the finances will balance out again. But since Peter just moved here, he hasn't found work yet, so for the time being, it's all on me.
Even though my roommate didn't have to pay rent this month (because he paid his last month up front)--and has no student loans, credit card bills, car payments, or other debts that I'm aware of--he still hasn't paid the utilities. His security deposit is only $230, so even if I changed the locks today, I would lose money. I would lose part of what he owes me for utilities. I would lose the money for the locksmith. And I would lose the cost of hiring someone to clean his filthy, stinking room.
From a Thrift standpoint, where did I go wrong?
- The plan was a solid one, but I think I overestimated the appeal of living in Easthampton. There were almost no takers for my roommate listing, where I thought I would have a good selection. So, I would up taking someone unsavory.
- I should have seen his inability to pay the first, last, and security up front as a sign of his financial instability and reconsidered him at that point.
- I should not have reduced the security deposit from $385 (the maximum allowable by Massachusetts law in this case) to $230. I knew this was unwise, but I caved and I regret it now.
- I should have drawn up a sublease and had him sign it, but I didn't. Again, this was very uncharacteristic of me. With all other roommates, I have had a legally binding document that spelled out the terms of the arrangement and the penalties for non-payment of rent, etc. But, in this case, he convinced me this wasn't necessary.
- I should have put him on notice after the first late rent, and removed him after the second. However, in my defense, I suffered a terrible injury at the end of his first month here, and was unable to walk, drive, or take care of myself. I was in no position to switch roommates, and couldn't handle the payments--or living alone--if he left, so it was an extenuating circumstance.
At this point, I have, at least, asked him to leave. So, that's step one. I am taking a harder line with him this month about the overdue utilities, but I don't know if it will create results. I've told him he can't do his laundry here until he pays the gas and electric bills. If he doesn't pay today, then I will take away his parking privileges. I can insist that he be out no later than January 31st, whereas before, I had told him he could pay week-to-week if he needed to stay longer.
What kills me about this situation is that he showed me a check for $2700 that he'd gotten just last weekend for selling his Pats/Giants tickets. So, I
know he has the money. And yet, he hasn't paid me.
Having Peter here helps because I think my roommate may be less likely to make up stories or behave badly...but still. It's a lot like the frustration of freelancing. I would complete a job on time, but then a client would take weeks or months to pay me. The work is done, but the payment doesn't come. In this case, I pay Seth's bills, but he drags his heels for days or weeks before paying me back. In his defense, he doesn't spend much time here, but that doesn't excuse him from his obligation to pay the rent and his half of the utilities.
It seemed like such a good idea to get a bigger place and get a roommate. I should have saved more than $400 a month, but that's not what's happened. Even though he always has gotten around to paying me eventually, the lag in payment has caused stress, budgeting crises, and incurred interest payments on my end. Even though the money has always come eventually, there is a
feeling of always being behind and never knowing if or when he would pay his bills.
I'm so glad it's ending and I just can't wait for him to be gone. I want to tell him to just get out tomorrow. I could keep his security deposit and suck up the loss (the difference between what he owes and the deposit, plus any costs associated with cleaning up after him or changing the locks, etc.) Sigh.
But, for now, I'm going to continue to ask him to pay his bills and hope that he goes peacefully on time.
Once Seth is gone and Peter is working, the path to home ownership will, hopefully, me more clear and swiftly traveled.
In addition to sorting out this roommate revenue stream issue and getting a better job, I am also paying down my credit card debt in order to increase my credit score and improve my solvency, so as to be in a better position to shop for mortgages, possibly as soon as the end of the year.
3% of my pre-tax income goes into my 401(k), to be matched by my employer. I've set up an auto-transfer of a certain amount every week from my checking into my savings. And I've created a comprehensive budget that will get me out of credit card debt by the end of 2009--sooner if I'm lucky and aggressive.
More on this is future posts, but for now, wish me luck in my dealings with Seth. He's promised to give me the $276 tomorrow. But, I've heard that before. I've told him not to come home until he's paid me, but I don't know if he'll take heed.
Good luck to all of you thrifters out there. I hope 2008 is prosperous for you all!
Labels: home, lifestyle, saving