I’m trying to find an apartment for this June in a college town, (which is a whole rant on its own), and after three months of actively trying to find something that wasn’t a college slum and my girlfriend and I could afford (trying to stay around 1/3 of our combined income, which is pretty close to impossible here, even with two full-time, above-minimum-wage earners), I went and saw a place yesterday that would fit most of our criteria. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a good location, roomy enough, and we could afford it.
I profess my interest to the land-lady, who tells me as we’re finishing the conversation to “not be surprised that we raise the rent about 4% every year. Our expenses keep going up; to operate the building and such.”
Ah, I see! Well, then I will probably be moving out in two years. Because I certainly don’t see a corresponding increase in my income guaranteed every year, and even if I did, there’s no way I’d want to give that money directly to you.
You think I care that your profits might drop slightly on this building that generates $12,000+ a month in gross income for you? Gain some fucking perspective, and don’t try to make me empathize with your need to raise the rent.
I’ve been in my current place for six years, and my landlord has not raised the rent once while I’ve lived here (nor, I think, did he raise it on the girls who lived here for five years before me). It’s going up after I move out, and will still be at a reasonable and very competitive/appealing price for renters.
I’m in my 30s, am a working professional, and can barely afford to live here, with single bedroom apartments going for $1,050+ and most multi-bedroom places going for $600-$800 per bedroom.
I have no room for empathy towards a landlord whose operational costs increase. Cry me a fucking river. I know that there’s no way in hell you would want to live in that apartment.