“Miserable.”
The location to the metro was good, but it turned out to be a basement unit. It was advertised as a new 4‑bedroom, 3‑bath or a one‑bedroom unit, and I thought I was getting the larger unit to host family, yet I received a one‑bedroom dungeon instead. It was small, worn out, and had rickety furniture. Flies and mosquitoes swarmed us as soon as we entered, and we had to swat them off repeatedly. The temperature was impossible to control and it was freezing; I had to wear a sweater, vest, or blanket to stay warm. The kitchen vent had no louvers, so air blew directly into my face while eating at the island or sitting on the couch. I suspect the upstairs neighbors set the temperature. I could hear them in their kitchen, in the bathroom above the kitchen, and clomping down their stairs. The entry steps were very narrow, barely allowing me and a carry‑on suitcase to pass. The landing at the door had wobbly concrete blocks. There was no smoke or carbon monoxide detector—just exposed wires in the ceiling. Only the upstairs guests received the advertised parking space, so I had to use street parking, which was zoned. When I asked for a visitors pass to avoid towing, I was given a website but no code, so I couldn’t get one. Parking was usually challenging, but fortunately I rarely moved my car. I was relieved when it was time to leave, as the insect problem and mosquito bites were the main annoyances.
Donna·3 месяца назад