I bet my landlord is better than yours.
Would yours come to visit in the afternoon, just to say hello and maybe teach you a little Thai while you help her with English? Mine does.
How would yours react when you show her the pink chicken you’ve been keeping in your (her) bathroom? Mine asked, “Why didn’t you get two?”
I did, actually. A chicken and a duck, though both have since become delicious meals for the Rottweiler across the road.
And speaking of food, would yours invite you to dinner with the family, just to celebrate a new house being built? Or take you to a nice Korean BBQ dinner, just because? Mine did.
Would yours fix anything that goes wrong, and apologize profusely that it went wrong in the first place (though it’s never her fault)? Mine does.
Would yours nearly cry when she tells you she needs you to move into a tiny (but beautiful) hut next door because she knows how much you like all the space in your current house? Mine did.
And then she moved her family of four into my one-bedroom bungalow, which made me feel selfish for ever thinking I needed so much space. I brought one backpack. What was I doing with all that space?
At least that’s what I ask myself now that I live next door, in that tiny, beautiful hut. And I love it even more than my bungalow. It’s cozy, it’s cute, and it’s traditional Thai.
I never even met my last landlord in the states. And the one before that didn’t fix anything when asked. I have friends with absolute horror stories from past rentals. Feel free to share yours below!