it turns out that the rent increases were not across the board. Not everyone was raised by the same amount, nor to the same amount. And there are some tenants in our 9-unit building who were not raised at all. It definitely appears to be “personal.” Certain people received exceedingly high raises (ours, at least, was within the legal limits of rent control.) I found it very strange that our increase was handwritten whereas others were typed. I now see that our raise was an afterthought.
Our flaw is by association. We weren’t the complainers. We weren’t the problem-tenants (and went out of our way to be easy tenants) but as we have tried to be friendly to everyone, we are guilty by association.
Knowing that not everyone is paying as much as we are makes me sick. I’ve worked so hard in the past month to find peace with our situation and I felt like I lost my whole zen with one illuminating conversation with a now-former-fellow tenant.
It doesn’t help that we just got back from Detroit. Going there always makes us wish we lived there. There’s a reason we refer to it as the Garden of Eden, and now with the home prices dropping we could get an amazing 4-bedroom brick colonial in the best school district in the country for significantly less than what we’re paying in rent out here.
if only there were jobs in Detroit.