Waypoint at Uptown

Two stars for my five months there in 2013 – 2014. I lived in a one-​bedroom unit while I was stationed at Langley AFB. The staff were very nice and helpful when I first stopped in. I made the huge mistake (and this is my own fault) of not seeing the apartment before I moved in. I was told that the unit was not available (that it was being cleaned and unavailable to show). I needed a place ASAP so I didn’t make an issue of it. I was also told it was a corner unit (with just one neighbor on the side) and this was either a mistake on their part or a lie (I hope it’s not the latter), since I didn’t get a corner unit. Again, I was pressed for time and trusted that the basic facts (like, it’s location) were true.
Not that any of the above is the end of the world but the cat urine smell sure was. Yes, they wet-​vacuumed the carpet before I moved in (the carpet was still damp) but the previous tenant (s) had a cat or a pride of lions in the apartment. The urine smell was outrageous and all my friends quickly came to know my place as the cat piss apartment.
Again, this is my own fault. I can’t blame the management too much for renting an apartment that smelled like a litter box; I was the idiot for not tearing up my lease on the spot and walking away. The dead-​bolt metal plate on the door frame was also missing and it was clear the door was kicked in. Again, all my bad. Oops.
The roaches were a bit much but they did prove a weekly service that would drop those little roach motels around the apartment.
The final straw was when they moved a guy in downstairs that had the Hound of the Baskervilles that would not bark… it was like an unearthly howl at the moon. My neighbor, a fisherman in the nearby… creek, I don’t know (management said he was a fisherman) also had a habit of lifting furniture and dropping it.
Ok, Aaron, you might say, now you’re just making stuff up. No, there were a few times in which the floor would shake due to his dropping things or jumping or god-​knows-​what. I had a glass of water that shook like the glass of water in Jurassic Park.
After five months, I moved out. Enough was enough and I was tired of calling the police almost every night. (Yes, I had to. Management encouraged me to, as well.) The apartment itself was ok enough, except for the peeling paint, cat urine, broken door frames, missing window screens and a leaking gas line in the kitchen. Two stars because I’m feeling generous. Not one because the staff were nice that one fateful morning when I first visited. (The neighborhood itself is also more quiet than not, although the surrounding neighborhood is not so fun.)
Yes, rent was very, very cheap but not worth it.