Where do I even begin? If you're okay with paying ...

Where do I even begin? If you're okay with paying an ever-increasing monthly rent that literally causes mouths to drop (I speak from experience), then make sure you can also stomach living directly beside an airport - with paper thin walls, a pool that is rarely open and comes with a long list of rules (surprise! you are charged $5 per guest), a hot water heater that is so noisy it would wake me up, and let's not forget the outdated interior design. You are not permitted to paint the WHITE walls which, in combination with the white countertops, linoleum, and cheap, tan carpeting, create an ambience similar to that of a doctor's examination room. If you have the misfortune of living in an apartment that faces the parking lot, be prepared to be on display. Nothing like having to draw the dark shades on a summer night because you're tired of being looked at as strangers walk by, just 5 feet from your couch. Or, for that matter, blinded by the headlights of a car that is parking on what feels like your front porch. Worst of all, Dawn and the rest of the management staff are condescending and come across as drill instructors. The frequent lists of rules being pushed under my doorway got old quickly.