From the moment I moved in, it was obvious this place only values rent checks, not tenants. The apartment was a disaster: paint splattered on the floors, cabinets chipped, walls full of holes and scratches, rusted stove burners, and mold simply spray-painted over. Roaches showed up the first night, and when I told the property manager, CJ, she shrugged it off because she hadn’t seen any during her walkthrough. (Apparently, the fact that roaches are nocturnal was news to her.) Maintenance is equally useless. Work orders are closed without being done, and when they do show up, it’s only to patch things so they can break again later. Our AC failed constantly, our power was out for nearly a week, and somehow it was magically “fixed” in 15 minutes only after I lost my patience with the office. The “amenities” don’t exist. The pool was closed the entire two years I lived there, the gym was broken and filthy, and the grounds were covered in dog waste. Even when proof was given of neighbors harassing us or dumping motor oil outside our door, management did nothing—except suggest I “buy a gun.” And for all this? Expect electric bills of $300+ a month for a basic two-bedroom. When I finally moved out, they not only kept my deposit but charged me another $160, even though it was obvious not a dime had been spent on upkeep prior to my move-in. Bottom line: this property is the definition of landlord special—rundown, pest-infested (roaches AND termites), mold-covered, and managed with condescension and neglect. If you value your health, sanity, or money, do yourself a favor and live literally anywhere else.
Loading listings
