I used to love my apartment. Four of us were renting the 2nd floor and converted attic of a nice big house on the East Side of Milwaukee. We had a gorgeous kitchen, dining room, bathroom, living room, and 3 decent bedrooms on the 2nd floor and an ok full bathroom, 4th bedroom, music room, and giant loft/living room/bar/kitchenette upstairs. The only other person who lived with us was the landlord’s old, sweet mother who lived on the first floor.

We of course decided to live here for the 3rd year in a row but one roommate was moving out. This turned out to be ok because the landlord said he wanted to renovate the third floor anyway. Well, then the landlord, who failed at becoming a lawyer in California, said he needed to move back to Wisconsin and would stay on the third floor for a bit until he found a job. Now that has turned into him and his entire overweight family moving back into house and now living above us. He also is taking away a parking spot, and making us pay for a disproportionate amount of water and utilities. Additionally, as there are only 3 of us now, the cable is going to be a bit higher due their being one less contributor. Oh, and rent also comes out to be about an extra $10/month.

So basically, I am now living in exactly half as much house and paying about an additional $100-$150 per month. Today is the first day of the new lease and I’m already thinking about leaving.