The Disorganized Librarian and her Fearless Crew are moving. Two blocks from where we currently reside.
The situation with the slumlord - excuse me, landlord - and his "property manager" (ahem) just got too ridiculous, bordering on dangerous. Aside from the sheer noxiousness of ever having to speak with either of them, we had (among other things) the gas oven that would not shut off (fixed at our expense), the cheapo storm door that actually blew off and broke in half during a recent storm, and the leaky wall in the back bedroom. Plus the creepy man who is now renting the garage and has stuffed it with junk. He creeps out not only us, but the family next door, who have four children. Even our dogs don't like him. Our lease was up, so we went apartment hunting. After looking at a few places, we found a first-floor, pristine 3 bedroom with all new everything, REAL hardwood floors, a porch, a beautifully maintained yard, and landlords who appear to be decent human beings. And oh, did I mention that it's $700 / month LESS than we are currently paying? I kid you not.
We are now in the painful, interminable process of throwing stuff out and packing up. The slumlord called me yesterday to say he was so disappointed that we were leaving. Oh, my heart just bleeds. All I said was that we wanted someplace less expensive. He countered that he has some smaller, less expensive places. I responded that we are happy with what we found and left it at that, rather than go full-bore bitch on him about everything we've been through, including the year we were harassed by the former nut downstairs (I saved the letters) and he did NOTHING.
He already has our old apartment listed for $130 MORE than we have been paying (in this economy? and what we were paying is, we found, way over market in our area) and about 50% of what he claims about the apartment is true. Much luck to him, and anyone who rents from him.