Just a little awkward all around. The lower level is beautiful, but the door that separates the other half of the house is not sealed/soundproofed and I could hear the couple's conversation clearly, making me feel like I had to be extremely quiet myself not to be heard. So then you go upstairs, and you've been crammed into an attic with one small window. The bed is pulled about a foot away from the wall, with no head board, but there is a painting hanging instead so you can't lean against it... so nothing to keep from losing your pillow over the end of the bed. The bathroom is poorly lit, and the TV is in such an odd place it's not usable. I ended up sleeping on the couch with my dog, because the rules made it seem like that was the only place she was welcome. The communication from the host consisted of awkward bot messages, I was given the wrong door code, and had to go through a weird answering service to contact the host. The host is not the person living in the other side of the house, but clearly someone trying to manage a few too many rentals.