After writing nearly 10,000 words about being a D.C. landlord, this is my final column. But before I go, I will take the opportunity to tie up some loose ends and answer some questions left by commenters to my earlier columns.
And to the person who surmised that an interview was just a way for me to exercise my bigotry, I would point out that my rental history demonstrates that I’m an equal opportunity landlord. Over the years, I’ve rented the apartment to three African Americans, two Asian-Americans, seven lawyers and a couple of Republicans. A majority of the tenants were women.
In my column about condominium rules, one person commented that a lot of problems arise because landlords fail to tell their tenants about the rules. I agree with this point entirely. I found early in my landlord experience that misunderstandings occurred because I forgot to tell the tenants in advance about move-in fees, the carpet coverage rule, and the like. This soured relationships with tenants from the start. That’s remedied now because I tell my tenants before the lease is signed (and sometimes even before the application) of the restrictions that will apply. And the condominium itself now requires tenants to each get a copy of the rules, which lets the tenants know where recycling is left and when gatherings on the rooftop patio must be shut down. Communication is the best policy.
One commenter lamented that my fellow condominium owners perceive tenants as free riders and “problems.” If I had more space in that column, I would have expanded more on the positive things that many of my tenants brought to the condominium. Some tenants participated in the gardening and upkeep efforts of the condominium; many forged long-lasting friendships. There were tenants who lived in the apartment much longer than I did, so many of them are remembered more fondly and were more valued members of the “community” than I ever was.
A comment to my very first column struck a chord with me which I would like to return to. After questioning my sanity about wanting to be a landlord, the commenter exasperatingly asked, “Is it cultural?!” This person perhaps unwittingly hit on something about me as a landlord.
It certainly is rooted in family. I have no doubt that the reason that I buy and hold real estate is largely because it’s what my parents did. Although they are both academics who earned academics’ salaries, my parents held onto real estate like lions with a kill. Our first house that I have any memory of was in Chevy Chase (when Chevy Chase was still a middle class, government worker bedroom community). When my parents went off to graduate school in the Boston area, towing my older brother and me with them, we rented and squeezed into a tiny saltbox near Harvard Square. My parents held onto and rented out their house in Chevy Chase. It never struck me as unusual that as we continued to move from rental to rental, my parents bought a two-family house to lease out in nearby Belmont. Did it seem odd that my parents owned two houses, but we didn’t live in either one? Not really.
For my parents, culture and upbringing played a large part. They were born in China and lived through deprivation during World War II and the post-war period. And then as immigrants to the U.S., they started with nothing. And yet my teenaged father and his five siblings, after their father died suddenly and their mother was institutionalized in a tuberculosis sanitarium, somehow used paper routes and after school jobs to scrape enough money to buy a house to live in New York City. Whereas earlier generations of Chinese tended to invest in things that were portable, such as gold coins, real estate was the treasured stake for Chinese immigrants that they planted in America. Not surprisingly, my parents passed this on to me, and I, in turn, hope to pass on to my children.
Finally, the numbers that tell a tale: 20, the number of people who have lived in my apartment; 6, the number of leases I’ve signed; 3, the average number of years of those tenancies; 18 and counting, my years as a D.C. landlord.
A Colorado-based lawyer, Douglas Hsiao has rented out his Dupont Circle condo for 18 years. In his occasional column, he details his experiences as a long-distance landlord.