I have struggled with how to write this review because challenging life circumstances played such a role in my experience there. (My dog and I were displaced most of 2021 due to toxic black mold in our home, severely poisoning me, resulting in unemployment—from being screwed over no less than 4 times by contractors and plumbers.) So, we weren’t there for typical reasons, like vacation or employment, and instead had all belongings shoved in my truck while I spent 12 hrs each day at my house ripping down walls, returning at 1am physically exhausted & struggling to get up. And I also had a lot more stuff hauled into the room.
Nick was initially very pleasant. The accommodations were basic, somewhat worn, and clean, but not sparkling (ie, orange mildew in the shower). One of the other guests framed it as “hostel living”, which made sense to me, so I acted accordingly:
•	I viewed the people around me as part of a community, which included cooking in the main kitchen, offering food to and interacting with everyone, guest or employee
•	As soon as possible, I tried to get out of the room so they could clean it for the next person, which was very difficult because my bichon, who was almost killed by a large dog, was terrified of the dog across the hallway. I called to let Nick know I was going to have to leave my dog in the downstairs kitchen while I brought down my many boxes and bags.
•	I tried to do the best I could to clean the room, but was unable to do what I would have liked. I apologized multiple times to a person who I thought was part of the cleaning crew, and then to the actual housekeeper.
It’s true I was out of the room a little after required time, and was in the kitchen 90 minutes afterward, but what happened was shocking and extremely stressful. I was accused of my dog pooping in the room, but I don’t know when that could have happened because I kept my dog in the downstairs kitchen the entire time (except maybe when I took a 7-min rinse-off before rushing him downstairs and didn’t see it, which I suppose is possible?). On the other hand, the host’s dog had been wandering around the building and the housekeeper saw her in the room after I vacated. I didn’t think checkout time meant “get-out-time”, so I took my time cooking and chatting with another guest (who I fed), also offering food multiple times to the housekeeper and to Nick. Suddenly, I received a call from Nick telling me I had been warned to leave 4 times (I remember twice at best) and to get off the premises immediately. The housekeeper started talking about calling the police. I rushed out, shoving everything into my truck (reorganizing my things was the main reason I shelled out money I didn’t have to stay there). The bags started to rip, everything was falling out inside and out of the truck. I left sobbing. I certainly never had time to wash the dishes I used, which was then held against me, when I was told I wouldn’t be rented to again.
Overall, one could simply say this was not a match—but I would have to ask: “What was my other affordable alternative?” and “should the description mention these restrictions?” I was always friendly and kind, even chatty, in spite of the hell I was going through, and willing to apologize for anything on my part. I explained our situation from the beginning, but was afterwards told there was something “off” about me, which is correct--anyone in my shoes would be traumatized! Looking back, it would have been better for me to find a different place for my dog, so I could have been at a nicer place, with a first floor room. But given how horrific 2021 was, I’m never looking back!