I moved into a small rental bedsitter last October in a cheaper neighborhood. There was no internet connection inside the house. The walls were stained and there was a big spot that looked like blood. Besides, I had an upstairs neighbor who would come home at three am and walk up and down instead of going to sleep. He would also drag heavy sounding objects across his floor which was my ceiling. Every time I took a shower in the bathroom, wet sand would fall out of the wall.
Wow!...sorry about that, sounds like a script off a horror movie, in my case, i moved into a rental bedsitter like yourself in someone's homestead and the firstborn son was unruly and he would steal my stuff via a window while i was at work and the mom would defend him...soon she thought i would revenge in one way or the other and asked me to move out in the middle of the month, boy, wasn't i stressed out big time...but oh well! those are days past .
The worst place I lived in was a part of an old lady's house that she rented out to college students. On campus housing was very expensive so I opted to go that route.
The bathroom was probably smaller than those stalls they have for the handicapped in public bathrooms. No stove and there was a moldy fridge which I replaced. She had no laundry machine so I had to go out for that. I think she wore her clothes repeatedly because she was primarily at home all day. I had my privacy but she always fought with her son so I could hear that every other day. One piece of furniture to eat on and study on. The carpet was disgusting. We had it steam cleaned before I moved in but even then eck.
My worst one was my last one. I moved to the suburbs of Paris (a very expensive city, as you can imagine) and seeing as I was temporarily unemployed I just went with a cheap accomodation. Good location too, so I couldn't complain. But the apartment itself was very old and in poor condition, couldn't open some of the windows and the fuse box was playing tricks on me on an almost daily basis. The thing is, with a bit of renovation (new floors, new paint/wallpaper, some new furniture) it would have been a lovely apartment.
I lived in a house that was basically a garage converted into a little home. Thank god that was only temporary.
I have lived in a house that was right next to the garbage. It was quite bad and it stinked the entire time. I hated living in there but sadly we had to live there for three years.
My grandparents bought a home long before I was born that was one of those big above-ground woodframe homes that were popular back in the 50's. When I was a young kid back in the 70's, they had gas heaters and no AC - summers were brutal and winters not much better when the temp dropped below 40 deg. It would get very hot inside once the temp got above 80 or so, and they only had a big built-in fan that blew air around the house. They eventually got a couple of AC window units around 1980 or so that would only cool a small part of the home while they were running, and the house developed holes and cracks in it as it got older that only made it worse. I spent a fair amount of time at their house when I was a kid, and I lived there with them for a little while when I was in college back in the early 90's. The home was eventually passed down on to several of us in the family and sold to a large energy company who paid us a small fortune for the home and the acreage, and also has paid us oil and gas royalties over the years. So it wasn't as bad as it seemed I guess.
I have been generally fortunate to live in a nice home (and now apartment) since living in that old lady's house. Now my apartment has three rooms and each with a connecting bathroom. Kitchen is decent size and I plan to knock down a wall to make it twice the size and get rid of my balcony in a year or so. Water pressure (which is very important to me) is high and no carpet. Clean marble tiles which can be mopped with a bucket of diluted bleach. I just wish my wife would not buy so much furniture. Cramps my style (haha nice pun).
You've just reminded me shilpa123, when i was young we {my mom and me} lived in an apartment that was next to the garbage, just reeking awful smell, it did not take long for my mom to build her own house and get our very own compound...right in the heart of the country-side, crispy fresh air...just awesome
