Real Estate in Miami
I had heard rumors about it ... I was convinced that it was an urban myth ... Boy, oh boy, was I wrong.
Real estate in Miami is a funny thing. Not too long ago, you couldn't pay someone to move to this 'hood, to live among the crack whores and smelly homeless characters, or even fly over this waterside dump in a 757. Now, though, there are more "luxury condos" going up around here than there are investors to waste money on them -- they're popping up faster than acne on a high school nerd's chin. It's amazing what a few celebrities and a few million greenbacks will do for a town.
I was visiting Miami roughly once a month before I made the decision to find a job here. (It seemed like the less expensive option to move than to travel quite that often AND pay Manhattan rental rates.) And because I was so infatuated with Miami, I was exploring real estate before I knew that I'd someday commit to some. I saw some ridiculous units - some facing the bay, some the ocean; some buildings were ultra-fancy, some were far out of my league. But I was completely blinded by those roses in my eyes. Damn glasses.
So, when it came time for me to move to Miami, I just knew that I'd have to live on the beach ... I wasn't leaving the concrete jungle behind just to live in another skyscraper. And when I spent the day with my now-favorite real estate agent, I knew I'd found my home when he showed me the view from the living room. The only word to describe it is: RIDICULOUS.
And now this place is even more ridiculous. Since I moved into this crap-a** building in late Sept 2005, we've had our aircon turned off a dozen times. I'm not exaggerating, either .. Summer, spring, winter, fall -- doesn't matter. The "management office" (and I use those terms very loosely) regularly slips notes under our doors after business hours -- presumably so that we can't complain to them -- informing us of the latest shutdown. I've sent the puppy to Doggy Day Care more times than I can count because it's just too darn hot in the apartment without any aircon. I've lost too many nights to the endless tossing and turning that invariably takes over when I try to sleep in this humidity. It's horrible.
I get cranky in the heat.
I get cranky when I can't do my hair the way *I* want to (instead of the way the weather wants me to).
I get cranky that the dog is restless and looks at me with those sad brown eyes.
And here we are again. They claim that they're doing repairs to the tower on the south side of the building (my side, of course - the north never has any trouble), but they told us this back in September too. Back then, they turned the air off for a few days because of necessary repairs that would prevent further shutdowns.
Oh yeah?
Did I forget to mention the shutdown we had the Friday before Xmas? Yep some kind of emergency in the penthouse unit. I'll show that penthouse an emergency if they want one. This sucks.
It's unusually warm in Miami, and we're having a very wet winter so far. Are you kidding me that we aren't getting the aircon back until the end of the week?? Yikes!
I hate this building. I hope the stupid thing rots in H-E-double-hockey-sticks.
After I move out, though. Don't burn in Purgatory while I'm in it. That would suck.
Where's a cold front when you need one?
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