My husbandy and I went to look at an house on Saturday.
The house was $1850 a month, however our husbandy and I knew we could make that work if the numerous of us were both employed full-time.
The house was located about a mile away from the grocery store. It seemed close enough to walk, although it would have been easily hilly and mountainous terrain, when our husbandy and I arrived, we started talking to the staff while the supervisor got a hockey cart ready to take us to the apartment. While our boyfriend and I were resting outside, we heard numerous residents having an fight. There was a lot of yelling and screaming. The supervisor had to get involved when he arrived with the hockey cart. The supervisor apologized for the confusion and the disruption, but every one of us made our way to the house that was available and there were numerous men resting outside the stoop smoking recreational marijuana. The entire section by the front door stinked care about marijuana. I sincerely do not have any problem with marijuana or people that use marijuana, although I honestly didn’t want to deal with that stink every single afternoon. I asked the men if they lived in the building and they told me that they were in the upstairs apartment. I knew the house wasn’t going to work out after that. I told our husbandy that we needed to look for a different venue. The house staff was nice, however there was entirely no way that I could live around the stink of weed 24 hours a afternoon and more than six afternoons a week.