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I don't usually share my personal problems here, but this one's a doozy.
Yesterday my landlords served me with notice - of eviction. They intend to tear down the little house I rent, and build a big one for their daughter. I found this house almost 9 years ago and it was perfect, a real blessing - of course then I had a job.
The landlords are giving me only 2 months to move. The house is packed with 9 years accumulation of furniture & stuff, I have no where to move to, and I have no where to put a housefull of stuff. I anticipate I will have to pay to put it all into storage and pay to have it all moved.
I might as well come clean - I've been unemployed for many years because I've been helping take care of my parents who have both been ill. My dad passed away two months ago.
I told the landlords what a bad time this is: how my dad just died, my mom's sick and can't walk, we're trying to get all the finances in order, I've got a mentally ill brother, I've been a perfect tenant who's done almost all the work and upkeep on the house myself, and I asked if there was any way to extend the time - they basically responded that that's sad, but too bad (for me) because, even though they own several houses, they are giving this lot to their daughter.
I've paid my rent over the years via savings and cashing in stocks intended for retirement. My parents paid me often for my help (even though I never asked them to), but now my mom, who is 85, is struggling financially as my dad's pension & social security for her has been cut in half.
I've worked odd jobs mostly for the elderly wherever or whenever I can find them that wouldn't conflict with providing health aid to my folks. My price as a contractor is whatever my customers can afford that sounds reasonable to them - sometimes that's just work for food. But physical work has become more difficult as certain conditions have been increasing - like arthritis. I neglected my health for the last few years while taking care of my dad, but the irony was that, now that he's passed, I finally went to a doctor - I was going to go to the dentist, get new eyeglasses and even more ironically: paint the house's porch, railings, it's foundation and work on the gardens - all moot at this point.
Conceivably, the landlords could evict me on May 1st. That's when the lease is up. Basically, they gave me 20 days notice before they could legally just kick me out. My little house, warm bed and books (along with my computer and this site) was my asylum at the end of long days to escape to.
Now, life as I know it is about to end because having no job and no income means no one would rent to me, nor could I afford anything being in such a state. I don't know what to do.
I know nothing about storage and the last time I moved it almost destroyed me physically & emotionally (and I was 9 years younger, healthier and wealthier then). I have no family with room and no real friends with space. I know nothing about homeless shelters or where they are, and the thought that I might end up in one makes me ill.
My main reason for writing this (in addition to venting my devastating fear) is to give a preemptive farewell since I may not be on this site (or any site or any computer) in a couple months.