I hate moving! But the worst part of this move was not loading the moving van, packing, unpacking, or even the fact that it’s a hot Arizona summer (the season I always move). No, the worst part of this move is turning the house back over to the landlord and realizing that he is planning to squeeze me for that security deposit.
Despite the fact that we have spent over $700 cleaning and sprucing, the landlord’s representative, “Janet”, nit-picksevery little thing she can in the final walk-through inspection. Not only do I get to forfeit whatever “accounting” decides to deduct for dead light bulbs, a dead fly, a piece of paper that blew into the yard, and even water drops left by the approved carpet cleaner – yeah the one we were not only told to use but told we to produce a receipt to prove we used them.
Lucky me, I pay $50 for a “re-inspection” since the house didn’t pass muster and has to be re-inspected.
Please, Mr. Landlord, I just want to be done with this house. This place has bad karma.