My name is John and my wife is Stephanie. We rented out a farm, actually a part of the farm out in the pasture, with no electricity. It had goats, ducks, and pigs running all over the place and animal s*** everywhere. We turned this pasture into a beautiful piece of property with 3 different types of grapes, a country kitchen with a wood burning stove, open fire pits, and a small shooting gallery. Yes our landlord liked it too because they told us we had to move. They increased our rent by $300, made a sign, a new lease, and they were gonna put us on a new small concrete pad that was about 20′ wide and 20′ in length. That’s all we could have, and they were going to rent out what we’ve done to the pasture to other people so they can enjoy it. It was really a slap in the face. So now we are homeless and have been for the last year.