The house that I live in is perfect. Well, maybe not perfect, it doesn't have a yard or a place for a dining room table, but we love it. It is right on little Main Street in down town Vancouver. It is walking distance to about 5 different parks. There is an adorable court yard outback with a creek and waterfall that my son loves to play in. We have lived here for two years and everything in our house has it's place. Did I mention we love it here? Bad news. The people that run this apartment are terribly unorganized and horrible at their jobs. Because of this and their hate for us (it is a long story, but the managers hate us because they hate the earth and hate that we want to get recycling. And now we are trying to change city laws to make them get recycling....long stroy, but they are punks.), the bastards are raising our rent $150 a month. Now we can no longer live here...we have to move.
It is a sad sad time for me. I have been looking and looking, everyday checking craigslist and other apartment finding resources, but have still found nothing. Nothing that is either a.)safe enough for our family to live in or b.) a price we can pay. So I guess we wont live anywhere. I guess our babies will live on the street. It is ok, they need to learn to grow up sometime. I guess now is their chance. Crap.