So I stayed there 3 months before claiming someone had died and I had to end my tenancy earlier to move away…

All the stories BetheBoy says about Copiague is true and then some :)

one place was in a flood zone and i experienced two floods there. (it was a known flood zone and i still moved there b/c it was all i could afford.) i was smarter in that i got a 2nd story apartment. my car was in danger, luckily my neighbors woke me up in time to not have my car flooded.

then i had a few of those places in which roaches ran the joint, therefore unable to ever completely rid myself of them.

My house was orginally some where else. Our town had an oil leak that forced like 90% of the towns buildings to be moved. Our house was dug up and moved up the hill to another piece of property with about seven other little bungalows.

Now the best parts about it are: its a house, not an apartment, I can have pets, I can walk to the bar and I can walk to the beach.

The bad parts? We have termites. Said house isn’t insulated for shit. We have raccoons. Both the front and back door are made out of some kind of glass that is now illegal to sell so if you break a panel (like the previous tennets did often) you have to go lie to a glass maker about what you want a piece of glass that size for. Also only two or three windows in the house can be opened because all of my screens are damaged and the cat might get out. The landlord won’t fix them. We fixed our own screen doors just to be able to breathe when it gets hot.

my neighbors cats shit in my yard and walk on my car. the bathroom sink leaks and won’t turn off every other time you use it. there isn’t even laundry available without driving 5 or 6 miles away. in the summer time tourists try to park in my driveway which btw is just a big dirt hole anyway and more than one time a random drunk has fallen asleep in our yard.

I wouldn’t trade it for anything though, its me and the boyfriend’s first home together and we’re happy there.

There was a tiny kitchen, tiny bathroom, a living room, but the coolest part for me was the bedroom loft. I’d always wanted a bedroom loft and didn’t think the less than 4 ft ceilings would be a problem. At least I didn’t have to buy a whole bed, just a mattress. Plus the floor was raised about a foot where the mattress went, which meant you could sit up in bed and that’s about it. That made for some interesting times. You had to climb a ladder to get to the bedroom and I only fell off once!

My landlord lived in the back 1/3 of the building and had a couple of noisy step-kids. Their apartment was separated by mine by only a thin door off my kitchen. At least I didn’t have to worry about being noisy. Even with my home theatre system cranked up, they still couldn’t hear me over the kids.

Not long after I moved in I started noticing mouse poo under the kitchen sink and asked my landlord if they had problems with mice and he said they had seen a ground squirrel once but that was it. I started setting out traps and proceeded to catch 23 mice within 6 weeks. Seriously, how can you not notice that?

I had 3 windows in the entire apartment and the only one that opened was the one with a window A/C unit which was tilted wrong and the water ran back into the apartment until I fixed it myself. I worked at home about 12 hours a day and this was the only place where I had enough room to put my computer so I could freeze because I was sitting 3 inches from the A/C, or swelter because I couldn’t open any windows. On the bright side, it was quite cold in the winter since there was only a tiny gas heater (the kind you sometimes find in the bathrooms of older houses).

Since my apartment had recently been a place of business I often had people just walk in off the street. Even after I put a sign up. Thankfully, for everyone, I was only naked the first couple of times this happened.

Some memories from that house:

- The handle on the front door was made out of a deer antler.

- There was no running water in the bathroom. It seemed like that’s the way it always was, but I just recently found out that was only for the first week we lived there.

- Coyote tracks in the snow on the front porch.

- My dad “insulating” the house one winter (one of the coldest on record at that time) by spraying the north wall with water to make a sheet of ice an inch or two thick.

- My dad deciding one day to burn the Christmas tree that had been sitting in the fireplace for a while. Mice came running out, and my dad shooed them all back into the fire with a broom.

- I tried to put my boots on one morning and wasn’t able to get my foot in. My mom told me to check for dirty socks in the toe, so I reached in and pulled out a dead mouse.

I could go on, but I won’t. That place was cool.