This is like living in stepford. The office manager (Trisha) has spies planted everywhere so you can't pass gas without getting a complaint. My downstairs neighbor was retired and his wife worked, so he spent all of his time spying. My next door neighbor, a gentleman my age, had his girlfriend stay over a lot at his place. They never made a peep, but the nosy guy downstairs complained like a good little spy and Trisha said she couldn't stay the night anymore unless the man out her on the lease. He's 60 years old and works and makes not a sound. They messed up my entryway tile, so I tripped over it every time I walked in the door, but never fixed it. My kitchen sink leaked and warped the counter and they never fixed it. The fireplace didn't work. The patio door didn't fit well so there was a crack. At one time I counted more than a hundred stink bugs in my apartment. I left the place spotless. I had two small dents in the wall (one from moving my treadmill out) which I fixed and didn't see a dime of my deposit. The downstairs neighbor spent all of his time keeping tabs on everything I did and reported it to the office manager. You think you have privacy but you have none. They charge a lot, stick their noses where they DO NOT belong, and they don't fix anything and you won't get any of your money back. It's a ripoff. They tell you you're welcome to have friends over, but I had three girlfriends and watched Saturday night live once and got complained about for laughing too loud. On a Saturday night. Before midnight. They don't want you if you're not 80 and all alone in the world. They don't want you to have friends or family. The office manager will pull you in because she talks nice but honestly, in my 52 years, I've never met anyone who defines the word "two faced" like she does. I couldn't wait to get out of there. It was like living in hell. Actually, I would prefer hell over that place. Trisha was awful and the apartments are not even close to being near worth the money. read more