For the last 20 years of my life, I have lived in a rural town with a house that is farther than a quarter mile from any other neighbor.
I began to expect the level of privacy this home afforded me, even when I knew that moving away to a new location would bring its own set of challenges.
In the past my biggest complaint was the amount of time it took me to get to a grocery store from my house. By contrast, now I’m packed tight into a subdivision that is walking distance from our city’s downtown burrough. Everything I could possibly need is close and within my grasp. On the flip side, I am dealing with a homeowner’s association for the first time and it’s as frustrating as others make it out to be. My lawn service company shafted me one month while it was the late summer rainy season, leaving me with knee high grass for a week. Despite giving the HOA a heads up about the situation and explaining to them how I was desperately searching for a new landscaper, they still chose to issue me a fine. Now they’re trying to fine me by claiming I left my garage door open for an entire afternoon, despite my own security footage proving otherwise. I pushed back, but now they’re threatening me legally. Little do they know, one of my closest friends is an aggressive civil attorney. He has fought dozens of cases like mine and gets a joy out of usurping overreaching homeowners’ associations. Not only did he take on my case, but he’s doing it for free to help fulfill his pro bono quota with the state Bar Association. They don’t even realize what’s about to happen once we finally reach our court date.