I spent 11 of my 16 years in Colorado as a renter. Last year I sold my condo and went from renter to homeowner to renter again.
1) As you can see based on the math, I was a renter a LOT longer than I was an owner. You can also see that I basically went from apartment renter to condo owner to apartment renter. So, as you can see, since I moved here in 1993, I have ALWAYS lived in what is lovingly known as “high-density housing”.
2) You get loud neighbors and LOUD neighbors. I generally have always tried to live on the top floor of an apartment complex because my “upstairs” neighbors ALWAYS seem to either a) weigh 300 lbs. or b) jumprope in the livingroom or c) have kids they have never taught not to RUN AND JUMP in the apartment (which I have never understood, because my parents raised me with manners). Because it’s all about THEM, yanno. *queue eyeroll*.
3) You can complain until you’re blue in the face, but at some point, ANY rental agency is going to say, “I don’t care that you’ve STFU and paid your rent for 15 years, we FINALLY rented the place above you! STFU!
They really think two rents is a win. Is it? If you really think my 7 year-rental-as-a-single-woman-with-a-cat who bothered nobody is better than your new-couple-with-three-screaming-brats who are annoying the entire neighborhood is better, take your money and run. Because my stable, rent-paying ass it out of here. RIGHT FREAKING MEOW.
For now, I’m working on a top floor apartment. And trust me, no one will ever know I was ever up there. Because I have consideration for my fellow apartment dwellers, unlike the idiots that live upstairs from me. God, I miss the days when that apartment was empty…