Pickwick Apartments

Where do I even begin?

I lived here for about 2.5 years, and to be honest, it never truly felt like home.

Before moving in, I was told I’d be able to pick up my keys a day early. Fast forward to the week before move-in, and suddenly that wasn’t possible due to “maintenance.” Looking back, that probably should have been my first warning sign.

I got my keys, started moving my things in… and quickly realized I wasn’t the only one living there.

Not one, not two, but what felt like generations of… roaches had already made themselves at home—roommates I definitely didn’t sign a lease with. They were everywhere: kitchen, bathroom, living room, bedroom. And the best part? The jump scares. Open a cabinet—there’s one. Walk into the kitchen—another. Brushing your teeth—yep, still there. And if you were really lucky, they’d even give you a little “hug” on your way out the door, dropping down from above as you left for the day.

As frustrating (and honestly exhausting) as that was, the situation with my neighbors made things even worse.

On multiple occasions, I felt like I was being watched from across the way through the blinds. I received notes about my footsteps being “too loud,” and the police were called more than once over what I believed to be normal, everyday activity. At one point, I even installed a camera out of concern for my property—and ended up capturing footage of a neighbor hitting my car with a bag. I reported it, but since there was no visible damage, nothing came of it.

There were also instances where police were called to my apartment while I wasn’t even home, based on complaints that didn’t involve me. Overall, it created a really uncomfortable living environment where it was hard to relax or feel at ease.

On top of all that, the apartment itself had ongoing issues. Maintenance was quick to respond, but most fixes felt temporary. Poorly finished repairs, sloppy paint, and leaks were never fully resolved.

Finally, management. At one point, I was issued a notice without anyone first speaking to me about the situation. To their credit, they later acknowledged it was a mistake and apologized. I do believe they were somewhat sympathetic, but ultimately, nothing they did resolved the ongoing issues—especially with neighbors. Things continued until I finally decided to move out.

My advice? Look elsewhere—unless surprise roommates and constant stress are part of what you’re looking for. Read More