What I Learned from Getting Kicked Out of My Apartment
Sometimes bad luck just hits us in the face
I haven’t been writing on Medium for a month or two now, and boy, I miss this platform, for some reason writing here feels better for me. Maybe it’s because no one is telling me what to write and when to write.
This past month has been a whirlwind. First of all, I moved to a new country to study Film and TV production, which is great but also I’m dead scared of the new corona virus I’m not even kidding.
Wash your hands and stop touching your face, people!
And oh, I forgot the main part of this article — I was kicked out of my apartment. Let me tell you the whole story:
Why did I get kicked out of my apartment?
So I landed in Toronto just a day after New Year’s Eve with a severe hangover. I wanted to spend NYE with friends and family since I won’t see them for awhile, even if I had to miss an orientation for college, I think it was well worth it.
I already reserved a place before coming here just to save the hassle of booking an AirBNB, staying there, and then moving again so all is well except for my throbbing head at that time — 16 hour flight with a 19-hour layover is no joke.
It was too cold for my island-born ass and I had an enormous jet lag. It was January 2nd when I slept and I woke up and it was January 4th — that was insane!
Anyway, I woke up and tried contacting some acquaintances I knew here so my anti-social ass can actually make friends.
Long story short, I ended up drinking with an old friend and his friends. We all got pretty buzzed that night so he took me back to my apartment just to make sure I got home safe.
We got to the door and we were carrying loads of stuff because we went to the groceries before heading to the bar (I know, bad choice).
He went inside to help me settle the goods and I was drunk so I mumbled something like, “I’m going to bed, lock the door when you leave.”
My drunk ass was sleeping like a baby and the most high pitched scream ever coming from the living room immediately snapped me out of dreamland.
Apparently, my friend slept on the sofa and my roommate hasn’t seen a guy before in her whole life for her to be yelling like that.
She called the landlord and the landlord said I was ruining the peace in her apartment or something and that I should get out of there.
I said,
What I learned from getting kicked out of my apartment
While I think it was crappy to get kicked out of an apartment and even crappier to get kicked out of an apartment because of something dumb, I have learned a few things from the experience:
1. You’ll know who your friends are
Man, was I in a tough spot that week. My bank from the Philippines hasn’t approved overseas banking yet and my cash was running out. The landlord took a month of rent and only returned my security deposit.
Shitty, right?
I told my friends what happened but I didn’t tell them that I was having a hard time financially because I’m a bit proud.
I guess they just sensed it and they know that I have a little bit of problem asking other people for help. I just got a text saying that I was sent out money; apparently they pulled money together to help me out.
This is what I mean when I say, “your friends will either make you or break you.”
2. Pride isn’t something worth holding onto
If this happened to me a few years back, I wouldn’t even say a proper thank you. I would just go on my day and talk to them without acknowledging the deed and I know it would’ve been fine for everyone.
Yes I know, my shitty communication skills are showing.
But as I grow older and hopefully wiser, I now get it that it’s okay to say thank you and acknowledge that I needed their help.
It’s still an internal struggle but we’ll get there.
3. I am exactly where I need to be
If I wasn’t kicked out of my apartment, I would’ve endured a roommate who’s first words to me are, Can you unpack tomorrow? I’m going to bed.”
Mind you, I haven’t had a shower in a while and all my stuff and snacks, of course, are in my suitcases.
Now I’m living in a home where the owner made lime juice for me because I was sick.
Not to mention, this place is 15 minutes away from my college and the other one is 45.
Bad things will happen but sometimes they just lead you to something better. It’s just the universe telling me that I was in the wrong place.
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