daughter

“Ugg,” came the text from my daughter, “I’m not used to having a landlord.” I could sense the steam coming through the phone, so I called her.

She unleashed a litany of frustrations: a towel bar falling off the wall, a ceiling fan not working, windows that won’t open and unsightly nail holes from the prior tenant. She moved in a month ago, and these issues still hadn’t been addressed. 

“I’m just used to handling everything myself,” she said, which was true.

From owner to renter

My 27-year-old daughter had just moved from a condo in Nashville, Tennessee, that my