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I was finally able to sit down with our leasing agent yesterday. I walked in to her office and had a seat. She greeted me and I asked if she had five minutes to spare. “Do I need to close the door?” she inquired. I told her she did not and explained that I was there to discuss the renewal of my lease. It ends on May 15, 2023. I reminded her they tried to hit us with a $400 increase last year {but I talked them down to $250}. I can’t afford that this time. I told her I would be acceptant of a maximum of a $100 increase. She then got up, walked across her office & closed the door. She stood next to me and whispered “Our company has been very generous with renewals this year. We will definitely be able to negotiate something.” She did not say it directly but she definitely implied a rent increase would be minimal. She asked me to email her to begin negotiations when my renewal arrives.

I felt a little relieved walking out of her office. But one thing that dealing with Medicaid has taught me is nothing ever works out, for me, ever. I want to have faith in what she told me but realistically I will still worry about it until the lease renewal shows up in my inbox. I’ve slacked off on looking for a new place to live for the time being. But there’s that nagging feeling that I won’t feel redemption until their new rent offer is in front of me. I don’t know what their timetable is but I hope it’s within the next two weeks. I would love to reach a point where I have nothing weighing down my spirit. I finally got the 2 years of Medicaid and lawyer nonsense off my back. Literally a day and a half later Erica and I had to start worrying about the renewal. I’m not holding my breath but hopefully it will be painless. It would be nice to lay down at night without the weight of some thing on my chest.