I think last week was probably the most boring week ever in the Closet, and I have to apologize to the 4 of you who are left.
Our tenant called and told us that he was moving out. His lease was up a few months ago and he didn't want to re-sign but said he didn't really plan on going anywhere. He was a good tenant and the market sucks so we were okay with this. Although I knew this was going to happen one day, I think I was just trying not to think about it and enjoy life while things were going pretty decently.
I checked around and market rent now is about a third of what we pay for it each month and there are a lot of units for rent in the complex. Majorly sucks.
So I sat down and crunched all of the numbers and the news is not good. Basically, our best hope to get out of this mess is for me to have David Beckham's love child and extort a lifetime of money out of him. There are logistical problems with this plan though, and I don't know if Mr. Ashley will go for it.
After my week long anxiety attack, I'm beginning to feel better. I'm hating myself a little for bad choices made in the past but you know, I didn't have a crystal ball. I knew I was taking a risk because any investment is a risk even if it seems safe at the time. There was some stupidity, along with a series of unfortunate events and it just is what it is and now is the time to cry about it (until I puke) and come up with a new plan.
So, does anyone have David's number?