Once my refuge, my calm from the storm, my home, my sanctuary - now a place I fear going.
Retaliatory eviction, harassment/stalking/intimidation by landlord. After paying $1250/mth + utilities, no garbage disposal, for an apartment that I cannot sleep in, countless emails and conversations, I stopped paying rent. I sent an email to my landlord that said, “This is my 6th and final attempt to ask you to fix the wall as you said you would before I withhold rent.” He did not fix the wall, I withheld rent, he started eviction proceedings shortly after. This had been going on for close to 2 years and he made my life hell. I stayed someplace in the winter with no electricity or running water because I was able to sleep better there than in my apartment. He showed up at my store more times than I can count — one of those times the store was closed, I was in the back, walked out and he was just standing at the door staring inside. I hid behind the cash wrap, shaking, and used my phone as a mirror to watch for when he was gone. It got so bad that my attorney told him to stop going to my store. He didn’t listen. She told him if he did it again I would get an OOP and he would be arrested. He didn’t listen — but by that time I had stopped going to the store during the day, so I wasn’t there to deal with it. I suppose I should have called the cops anyway.
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Meraki was a visual love letter to fashion, independence, and identity. It was the LA canyon soul with Brooklyn grit, wrapped in an earthy-boho editorial dream. There was intention in every single detail. It was a love song to who I am.
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