Where to begin,I moved into this dump with high expectations,seeing as this was the first apartment complex I have ever moved into.The first week I had a pop up tent stolen,which I used every weekend for farmer's markets & from the time it took me to walk inside & ask my husband to come out and help carry it in for me. I reported it to the front desk and they said "There's nothing we can really do" & they could have cared less about the issue. After a month of living there, mail I would leave in the mailroom lobby was not being received by the recipients they were addressed to. This included bills, such as my car loan, utilities, etc. Again after reporting it to the front desk, they did nothing about it. After being on high alert about the kleptos that resided in the building, I would pay attention more carefully to the people I would see day to day. One person in particular was this older short black haired women that had a tendency to talk,mumble to herself & skulk around the building & the dumpster. My apartment porch was in direct view of the parking lot & dumpster and I would sit outside & garden & more than a handful of occasions I witnessed her digging in the dumpster,take the entire mail bin full of newspapers left for the other residents,& I also watched her walk away with my daughter's scooter she had left outside. I posted an honest bulletin about the issue asking for the thief to come forward before I had to go to the police. The front desk didn't like it, and informed us they will be "refusing our mail", in the meantime I had several packages that were signed for & delivered to the front desk,& after asking kindly for them they swore up & down they didn't have my packages,& when my husband called they even had the nerve to hang up on him. EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE SIGNED BY THE DUMBASSES AT THE FRONT DESK ALONG WITH THEIR CONFIRMED NAME & SIGNATURE that UPS has provided me.Which brings me to the next topic, the women at the front desk.The blonde woman with the crooked eye has to be one of the most unpleasant human beings I have ever encountered. She's rude, snotty, disrespectful & from the moment I encountered her I was instantly aware of how much of a problem dealing with her would be. The other women with the brown hair was a little easier to deal with but again, didn't want to deal with the serious issues going on in the building. I would have anxiety every time I would have to walk down to the front desk, just knowing I had to see them, & feel belittled by these two employees who obviously hate their job which only entails sitting at a desk & making phone calls..must be so demanding &stressful..The next point I would like to make is the cockroach problem in the building. The storage room is absolutely infested with roaches,they are scattered dead all over the floors of the storage units on the first floor.The residents and the building itself were also an issue. The floors squeak even if you tiptoe, & you can literally hear every step your neighbors are making. It wouldn't be so bad if just about every single resident wasn't rude and obnoxious. I don't think a day went by that I didn't hear my neighbors on all sides arguing, yelling,stomping,partying,dancing, etc.Reggaeton music is seriously ALWAYS blasting in multiple units at any given time day or night, along with loud yelling in portuguese.The pools are constantly packed to the limit with portugese family reunions it seems,& again along with obnoxiously loud reggaeton music and disrespectful unattended kids.I have never felt more disgusted and violated in a place I have resided.I could write a novel on the year from hell there, I'll wrap up the review with one final issue.The year my family and I lived here, was "in between" time before our move across country to Texas & we rented a Penske truck. Around the property there is deteriorating wooden fence.This fence is so flimsy and rotted out,that back in early summer we had a rain storm and I watched as the light wind we had pushed down a huge section of the fence that is parallel to Honey Dew Donuts. When my husband parked the truck he carefully positioned the truck out of the way so other residents could park, the fence line that was near the area he parked has a significant gap of grass between pavement/pavement barrier to the actual fence line. We had packed up completely&were moved out waiting for our deposit check when our landlord told us the women at the front desk claimed we damaged their fence & they want us to pay for repairs.A.my husband has driven trucks as a career so to say he hit the fence is ludicrous. Myself, daughter, and aunt all witnessed him pulling in & he never even came close to hitting the fence. B. they have failed to provide ANY kind of proof and can't even provide photos of the "damage". We have moved out close to a month ago & still haven't recieved the deposite we have been relying on for our long distance move. DO NOT MOVE HERE! read more