When I arrived, there was a broken into Mercedes out front, with broken car pieces everywhere, including a license plate. This immediately didn't feel safe.
When walking through the back, there was a "commune" feeling. The backyard was beautiful with different plants, lots of little areas to hang out, with backyard gates wide open to the neighbors. It was a small piece of beauty in a rough part of Oakland.
The unit was in the middle of surrounding units, with some chickens as the neighbors. I was traveling alone and felt a little nervous, but the neighbors were very pleasant. The bed was super old and the box frame had the loudest squeak I've ever heard.
Nice little unit, with beautiful sounds of birds in the morning. It was a love/get me out of here, relationship.