I take no responsibility for my tenant’s interior design choices.
When I lived in Washington, D.C., I was fortunate to have owned a townhouse for a virtual song. The apartment downstairs basically covered my mortgage and other costs.
The one-bedroom unit with access to a patio that my tenants shared with me rented quickly during my ten years of ownership.
Each of my tenants but one was great, not making too many demands, too much noise or really any problems at all. It was the last one that, had I the choice, I probably would have Continue reading
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