I didn't know until I arrived that there would be 3 permanent residents: Arlene, son Wyatt, & boyfriend Jeff.
Because of disability I needed something quiet, as this was advertised. Not true: squeaky floors & doors, gas vents make sure you hear EVERYTHING anyone is doing. There were frequent fights between Arlene and her boyfriend. She would often have music on in the living room at a loud volume, while doing the same downstairs. Jeff's hobby included lots of power tools and hammering.
All of the above also made it impossible to have a shred of privacy. I was approached on one of my first days here and was asked if I was bored, as I keep going back and forth between my room and the front porch. Nope, I was looking for housing online in my room, and would go outside to smoke. It made me very uncomfortable to know that my movements were being monitored. Arlene would also go into my bedroom when I was not there, to open a window because she supposedly smelled "kitty smells" (I have my two cats with me) when the entrance to my room and the bathroom were right next to each other. I was also made to pay a pet fee, even though they're considered therapy animals and charging a pet deposit or pet rent is illegal under the ADA.
The kitchen is way too small for multi-person use, and disgusting to the point that it made me literally sick the entire time I was here. Dishes in the cabinets were dirty more often than not, the sponge never cleaned. Rags were used for all purposes and there was often food crusted on the rags that were then used to dry dishes. While there is a step ladder, the shelves appointed to guests were incredibly high, and the microwave is on top of the refrigerator. I'm 6'1 and I had a hard time managing. There were at least 3 times when she has left gas burners on.
Wyatt likes to help himself to guests' food. I had a pint of ice cream go missing, be replaced, and then get stolen again 5 TIMES.
She decided to not use Airbnb for my second month--3/7-4/7--but after things changed multiple times, it was decided we needed to go back to Airbnb if I wanted to extend my stay farther. Because of the way the system works, I could either double pay for a week of that month, or pay the nightly rate for 3 weeks. She then told me the booking was open to anyone, and proceeded to hide from me for 2 days. Luckily I was able to find permanent housing.
Other things: The guest rooms were freezing cold. There are often poop smears on the back of the toilet left by her son, with no supplies to clean it. A list of rules is given at check-in, and emphasizes that she follows them too. She only does so when it suits her.