Monday, September 15 was our closing. At the closing, we were less than thrilled to learn that the tenant who had been living downstairs had yet to move "some" of her belongings. We signed a bunch of papers, got the keys, and headed to the new house.
The tenant was inside, crying. "Boo hoo hoo. I didn't know that the closing was today. Please don't sue me. Boo hoo hoo." I had other obligations, so Mike and I decided that he would stick around and help her move the rest of her stuff into our garage. She would need to get the garage-bound items off of our property by Sunday the 21st.
The entire basement was full of stuff. Lots of stuff. Tenant claimed that about 2/3 of the stuff had been there when she moved into the apartment four years ago.
Tonight, the 16th, Mike and I headed over with a box of contractor-grade garbage bags and a camera. As we cleaned it out tonight (9 contractor bags, four boxes, and a giant pile for Goodwill), we discovered that ALL of it belonged to the tenant. Journals, photos, books, clothes, boxes of toiletry items that had leaked everywhere, a fish tank, two televisions, a table, dolls, 85 stuffed Tiggers, necklaces, shoes, candles, decorations, stuff, stuff, stuff. See the next posts for full photo documentation.
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