Six months ago my husband and I bought our dream home. Unfortunately for us, our dream home is 4500 km from where we live right now. We bought our first home just outside of Toronto and have been planning on moving back to Vancouver for some time, so when this fabulous little mid-century, reno-lovers dream went up for sale we jumped at the chance to own a second property. When we bought the Van house I was so excited for our transition to move across Canada, however, in the last six months we have been through an amazingly horrific shit storm, reno’s, becoming landlords, finding a property management company, signing a contract with our first tenants, discovering said tenants were putting a grow-op in our house, realizing it wasn’t a grow-op but a meth making operation, dealing with the residential tenancy board, ending tenancy with our meth head tenants and then dealing with the $6000.00+ worth of damages they caused in the short three months they lived there. Throughout this whole process I kept saying to myself, it couldn’t possibly get worse and then it would. I am not a writer, and this my first attempt at a blog, but the epic journey we have been on really needs to be documented. We honestly thought that we were hustling; we thought that we were making a serious move for our future; instead we were the ones that were hustled.
The House Hustle 