When we first moved in, it was *chef's kiss.* The location was on point, and our unit was so new it felt like we were starring in a home makeover show. Everything was fresh, clean, and Pinterest-worthy. And that pool? Perfect for beating the summer heat.
But as with every relationship, the cracks started showing. The upstairs neighbors? Full-time weed enthusiasts. Their balcony was like a 24/7 cloud machine. And the soundproofing? Practically non-existent. If they dropped a spoon, we knew about it. If they had a dance party, we felt like we were in the club with them.
Within our first few weeks, we had a giant package delivered--and it got stolen from *inside* the building. Yes, INSIDE. I thought indoor deliveries were supposed to be safer, but nah, apparently, it's fair game.
The pool? Great... unless there were more than four people in it. Suddenly, it felt like sardines in a can. And at night? It turned into the hottest (and least exclusive) nightclub in town. Random people snuck in all the time. Cue police sirens and new security guards patrolling all night like it was a Fast & Furious movie.
Also, Building Two has *limited* parking thanks to the dog park behind it. Finding a spot felt like playing parking roulette most nights.
It's Independence, MO, so some of this is expected. But after a year, the reality hit different than our first dreamy few weeks. If you move here, bring earplugs, a safe, and a good sense of humor. You'll probably need all three. read more