9
weeks. This is the short span of time that took me from the shelter of my home,
to being served a 10-day Eviction Notice, in the midst of a pandemic.
As I
type this, I am only one sleep away from packing up the last remnants of my
life and driving into the unknown.
My
story, could be your tale of woe. Intermingled within are glimmers of hope, a sharing
of forgiveness and the harsh truth. That despite Premier John Horgan’s relief
of a ban on evictions, and his reassurance: “We’re helping renters pay rent and
giving them the peace of mind that they have in a stable home in these unprecedented
times.” The Premier, left an open-ended statement asking landlords to be understanding
and communicate with tenants.
To
explain my own personal story, is to share the last of several email
communications. Where upon I made every effort, to communicate what led to me typing
this in a bare space, I once occupied as home. The following is an open letter
to my landlords. Out of privacy and respect, I have not included their names,
nor my former address.
To My Landlords,
It was only 9 weeks ago; we signed a 12-month lease. Our interaction
was positive, and I was thankful for an early move in date, plus a reduced
security deposit of $375.
I had an interview with a job connected to Tourism and my future
looked bright. In moving my belongings in, I mentioned I was packing my late daughter’s
things.
As I
set-up in your suite, upon visiting, you mentioned how nice it smelled. This was
a compliment as every place I venture, I like to impart my care.
Soon I
was given a wonderful job offer in Tourism, however the late start date was a
concern, as I knew it would be weeks before I had a cheque. This would make my rent
late and I shared with you that I was now seeking other job opportunities. With
March 1st approaching, I contacted you and requested to speak in person.
Upon your arrival, I gave you proof of my small income tax refund, a two-page
list of jobs I had applied for and my empty fridge, as I had run out of my
savings. As hard as it was to admit, I divulged that I would be needing to
access the food bank. I shared how I have helped those in need for many years,
therefore I would have to humble myself to receive a food voucher. Your exact
words to me were: “Let me go home, discuss it with the wife and I will get back
to you.” I emailed you, right after you left to say how grateful I was. Later
that night, I received confirmation that I was given 3 weeks grace to come up
with March rent. I did not receive an eviction. Again, I was thankful and
expressed it. I held off going to the food bank for over a week, as I didn’t
feel worthy to receive further help.
Meanwhile, I applied for more work. I also
had four job interviews. This was going on into the 2nd week of
March. After my last job interview, I contacted you again via email, to say I
had another interview but no offer. Following my message, you sent me by email,
an Eviction notice to be out by March 31st. I was shocked and given
the stress of trying to secure employment, all I could do was to respond, “Thank
you and I understand. I did add that you could keep my damage deposit, since I
felt terrible over all that had transpired.”
It was
soon after, I contacted the Residential Tenancy Act. I discovered several
things: a proper eviction notice needs to be served in person/or registered
mail and not email. Also a landlord cannot keep a security deposit towards
rent. After notifying you again, you both showed up to serve me in person, with
a 10 -day Eviction notice. I called the RTB and received two varied samples of
the rules. There was confusion about what was going to happen, due to the COVID-19
virus. I was told that an Eviction notice cannot be backdated and that I was
okay to stay until the end of April. Additionally, I was told by the RTB agent to
be on alert for an announcement was going to be made, concerning evictions. Despite
everything, you made it clear that I was to be out on March 31st,
2020.
I explained that if I was forced out, I would be homeless and thrust into
a world, where a pandemic is happening. You shared that is was nothing ‘personal’.
Also, you mentioned that you are exempt from evicting me because it was prior
to the virus. Meanwhile, there has been proof this virus was well known long before,
you serving me on March 21st, 2020. You also told me you had
showings for the suite, and I would need to vacate for 3 hours. Again, I
discovered that I did not have to agree to this, since I believed I was allowed
to stay until April 30th. Furthermore, a tenant does have the
right to stay, if any viewings are held. Lastly, I did not want strangers
coming in and out of the suite I was still in, during the time of an outbreak. I
made a request to have my security deposit, which you ignored and refused to
say you would be returning. Had you waited only 2 days later; you would have received
the news that I was hired FULL-time by a large North American company. There
would have been an upcoming payment of March and April’s rent, once I started
receiving my pay. This is what you have cost me during this time of upheaval. I
have had to pay for and secure storage (again in the midst of the coronavirus).
My sleep has been deprived, due to my late nights of packing. The gas costs for
travelling to and from my storage. Plus, the reality that you are forcing me
out into a world, when we are all to be self-isolating. Due to not having any
funds to move elsewhere, just yet, I have to try and sleep in my car, after I
have worked all day, (as you
know, my vehicle is a mini- car)! The seriousness of the situation is if due to my dire circumstances, I caught
the corona virus, there is a possibility, I could become fatally ill.
My
previous email asked you if you are sure I am evicted, and your response again
was for me to vacate on March 31.
I ask
you this…just how much is my life worth? The day you served me, I did not feel
you saw me as a human being, rather as dollar signs that were not being paid.
The stress
of moving in and out in only 9 weeks has taken quite a toll on me. I have lost
out on wages due to me having to pack and move. Due
to lack of funds, there was also no moving company and therefore, I have used
my small car to make countless trips to the storage.
Regardless of me being evicted and exhausted, I managed to still clean the bathroom, oven and fridge, in my suite.
Throughout the years, in other places I have stayed at, I have amassed a wonderful collection of Thank you cards from people, whose places I’ve stayed at. I also provided you with references from those, I have rented from.
Throughout the years, in other places I have stayed at, I have amassed a wonderful collection of Thank you cards from people, whose places I’ve stayed at. I also provided you with references from those, I have rented from.
I even
tried placing myself in your shoes and expressed how difficult it must be for
yourselves, during these times of uncertainty.
The
truth is that in all of the things you have removed from me, there is something
that you cannot put a price on. Instead of holding onto bitterness towards you
or the situation, every box I packed up, I prayed for you both. Whether it was
for you to realize the gravity of the situation, or for your health/ wellness
or even that your jobs remain sustainable…I prayed.
As
people in a world filled with chaos and crisis, I wanted to leave this suite of
9 weeks and be full of gratitude for my time here.
In every act of service, there is true grace only found, in forsaking things we think that are ours… for another.
In every act of service, there is true grace only found, in forsaking things we think that are ours… for another.
I want
you to know how equally important it is for me to share this letter with
others, who maybe on either side of the fence. My wish is that a landlord
somewhere reads this and realizes what is at stake. That when they come to the door to serve an eviction order, they find a message of strength- not fear on the other side...
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| ~ Andra Day |
By TL Alton
