what is the worst place you ever lived???

  1. i have lived in parsonages for about 20 years now... and let me tell you they are very unique places sometimes. they are not horrid but decorating is always a challenge!!! my worst bathroom was peptobismol pink, robins egg blue and chocolate brown.... can you believe i actualy found a wall paper to tie it all together that wasn't bad at all... no seriously it was nice paper! ok i wouldn't believe me either

    my worst carpet was flaming orange shag in my livingroom.

    my biggset pet peive aboput them... i am always careful to leave the place better than i found it.... but prior residents are not always so kind.... i call this house the house of smells.... thankfully we are getting new flooring (after 5 yrs here) that will take all of the pet oders to the curb!!! :hatparty: I can't wait!!!

    how about your money pit homes???:angryfire

    or nightmares on elm street?

    do tell
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  3. by   HannasMom
    The worse place I ever lived was a motel in Riverside, Cailfornia. It had a small kitchnette. The place was small and smelled like gas. Hated it. It was temporary between moves. Second worse place I lived was Riverside, California. I have told my family if you want me to move to Riverside, you will have to hog tie me and tranquilize me. Very hot and smoggy in the summer. YUCK!
    Last edit by HannasMom on Jun 19, '04
  4. by   Energizer Bunny
    WEll, I have moved A LOT and the last place we were in very well may have been the worst: It was a small, two bedroom place in a lake community. Very nice community, nice neighbors, etc. It was the perfect area and the back yard was completely fenced in and that's why we took it, but here's what it was really like:

    *the backyard was a swamp and the grass would hardly grow. There were also rocks and branches everywhere!

    *we were so close to the next building that there was black mold growing in between the two buildings.

    *the side porch leaked like crazy and ruined a bunch of stuff we put there

    *the heat only worked on and off

    *the carpeting in the kitchen and bathroom was this awful late 60's/early 70's design with brown, black and white (at least it hid the dirt for the most part)

    *(and the clincher) the toilet leaked and the landlord told us we were crazy that he couldn't find anywhere where it was leaking. It stunk sooo bad and I knew there was no way on this earth that I was going to have a crawling baby on that floor! (we moved when Bryce was 4 weeks old)

    Some other places we have lived have had some serious problems too, but this one we have now needs a new front porch that the landlord promised would be done by the end of May....still waiting.............

    There are just a bunch of little things that need to be done around here, but there are shards of broken glass all around the outside of the house and my kids love to be outside digging. So, every time I go out, I take gloves and a bag and look for more, praying they don't find it first and get cut. When the landlord tried to give me a hard time about our bunnies, I brought up the glass and she shut her mouth pretty quickly!
  5. by   palesarah
    My current home: I lovingly refer to it as our hovel. We got this place for a steal (housing prices are ridiculous in our area) because the prior owner had 3 cats who ignored the litter box and rarely were let outside. We were shown the place on a hot August day and it was so bad our eyes watered! When we moved in we took up the living room carpet and discovered that the cats had peed through the carpet, through the padding, through the subfloors and into the insulation. It was disgusting. At least one of the cats was an unfixed tomcat who sprayed the walls (replaced the most offensive sheetrock then; we'll be replacing the rest of it this summer) and the penisula cabinets that separated the kitchen from the living room (took out the whole penisula). WHat really stinks is we've done so much work on this place and except for the nice new wood floors, none of it is obvious. Did I mention we live in a mobile home? Yup, a 1986 singlewide trailer. New mobile homes are built fairly well. In 1986 it seems they used the cheapest materials possible. Our kitchen cabinets are a joke, one of the prior owner's kids actually punched a hole through one of them! This summer though we're redoing kitchen & bathroom and putting hardwood floors in the master bedroom. Then- 2 years after moving in- the place will finally be livable.
    And we'll still have spent far less than the average stick-built home (or even new mobile home) in this area!
  6. by   traumaRUs
    Whew - I've lived in 9 states/countries and the worst place to live is Hannam Village at Yong San Army Base in Seoul, Korea. We lived there for two horrid years in an 800 sq ft hovel - no air conditioning, cockroaches the size of my then-toddler, university students who came onto the compound and burned our flag in front of us, police that tear-gassed my kindergartner's bus on his way to school - causing an ICU admit for asthma! Golly - shall I go on?? We had this lovely assignment (NOT) from 1988 to 1990 and I'm still incredibly upset. Plus - the Koreans didn't want us there - so it wasn't uncommon to have people spit at us!!!! To this day (I'm an ER RN) I am just ballistic when some idiot spits.
  7. by   CseMgr1
    When I separated from my husband back in 1983, my uncle, who was the executor of my late aunt's estate offered to sell her house to me for a song. I jumped right on it, as I desperately needed to get myself and my son, who was five years old at the time, away from my soon-to-be ex..and into some sort of semblance of a stable environment.

    I thought I had done the right thing...until the first night we slept in it. I got up in the middle of the night, walked into the kitchen and turned on the light. As soon as I did, huge Palmetto roaches began scurrying everywhere...and another one, who was airborne, divebombed me. I screamed bloody murder and ran back to bed. I lay there, crying and shaking, as the reality of what I had gotten myself into crashed down on me, for the house was not only infested with roaches, but was literally falling apart. From that moment on, I was on a mission to get myself and my son the hell OUT of that place. It took 9 years and $15,000 worth of repairs and rennovations, but I did it, buying it for only $28,000...and making a $11,000 profit in the process!
  8. by   Tweety
    Where I spent a good deal of my childhood and teen years: Fayteville, NC. It's gotten better or the years, but I hate it. My parents live there and I haven't been back in 13 years. They visit me once or twice a year, but there's nothing there for me.
  9. by   nursebedlam
    Lived in a block if townhouses once many many yrs ago,,, orrh it was hell :angryfire never do it again
  10. by   2ndgenerationnurse
    casemgr- i knew realtives of those roaches, having lived in fla. for a while. eeeekkkkkk!!!! they are sooo aggressive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    traumaRUs- i knew when i started this thread that my homes wouldn't be as bad as many others... how awful to live in a place where people blatently spit at you and endanger your child... may i say thankyou, thankyou! for serving above and beyond the call!

    i did live one week in a rat infested house, mega roaches too, where half the house had electricity and it wasn't in the kitchen or bath!!! it was my first week of married life before my dh got his first pay and we signed a lease to get outta' there! the rent was free, but we payed in nightmares and cold food and baths!

    these places we endure and change and improve upon make our lives more appreciative... i will try not to complain so much about my smelly home, at least for today! lol ;O)
  11. by   NursesRmofun
    Quote from traumaRUs
    Whew - I've lived in 9 states/countries and the worst place to live is Hannam Village at Yong San Army Base in Seoul, Korea. We lived there for two horrid years in an 800 sq ft hovel - no air conditioning, cockroaches the size of my then-toddler, university students who came onto the compound and burned our flag in front of us, police that tear-gassed my kindergartner's bus on his way to school - causing an ICU admit for asthma! Golly - shall I go on?? We had this lovely assignment (NOT) from 1988 to 1990 and I'm still incredibly upset. Plus - the Koreans didn't want us there - so it wasn't uncommon to have people spit at us!!!! To this day (I'm an ER RN) I am just ballistic when some idiot spits.
    That is a really terrible story! I won't be going there, that's for sure. <sigh> Sorry that happened to you!
  12. by   NursesRmofun
    Quote from CseMgr1
    When I separated from my husband back in 1983, my uncle, who was the executor of my late aunt's estate offered to sell her house to me for a song. I jumped right on it, as I desperately needed to get myself and my son, who was five years old at the time, away from my soon-to-be ex..and into some sort of semblance of a stable environment.

    I thought I had done the right thing...until the first night we slept in it. I got up in the middle of the night, walked into the kitchen and turned on the light. As soon as I did, huge Palmetto roaches began scurrying everywhere...and another one, who was airborne, divebombed me. I screamed bloody murder and ran back to bed. I lay there, crying and shaking, as the reality of what I had gotten myself into crashed down on me, for the house was not only infested with roaches, but was literally falling apart. From that moment on, I was on a mission to get myself and my son the hell OUT of that place. It took 9 years and $15,000 worth of repairs and rennovations, but I did it, buying it for only $28,000...and making a $11,000 profit in the process!

    AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
  13. by   NursesRmofun
    Twice lived in an apartments that had roaches long ago. No fun at all.....and the spraying is terrible too. YUCK. Thankful those days are long gone.
  14. by   VivaLasViejas
    Back in the '80s, we lived in a roach-infested one-bedroom firetrap that was probably a little smaller than our current living room. The 'complex' was an old motel in a lousy neighborhood which had formerly been a housing project for bracero workers back in the '40s, and we paid $540 a month (thank God, utilities were included). I still have nightmares about that place.......it was haunted (I'm not kidding!!) and we actually could feel the evil in the walls.......whatever it was burned two holes resembling eyes into the wood paneling in our bedroom, and sometimes at night we could hear something or someone walking through the apartment and cupboards opening and closing. It was said that a young ex-Marine had hanged himself in the bedroom closet back in the '60s, and we always wondered if it was his ghost.......as crazy as it sounds, we got rid of whatever it was by performing a sort of exorcism, we got some holy water and a crucifix and went around the apartment praying the Rosary.

    It worked, too.......the "eyes" on our bedroom wall disappeared, and we never again were bothered by spirits or ghosts or demons or whatever the hell was in that little hovel which we'd nicknamed "El Dumpo". Funny thing was, it wasn't more than a few months after we'd moved to Oregon that we heard the place burned to the ground........sometimes I think God was really watching over us!

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