There’s nothing that grinds my gears more in this world than my HOA.
Unlike most millennials, I was lucky enough to scrounge some money together for a down payment in my late 20s. Granted, I was still broke, so my only option was to buy a tiny 1-bedroom condo. In my city, HOAs are the norm, and I felt like I was lucky with the Mom-and-Pop duo that ran my new condo’s HOA. It was a score!
However, when Mom and Pop wanted to retire, they were replaced with a corporate HOA conglomorate who has proceeded to ruin the once-beautiful place that I live. The trees were once luscious and green, and now they’re crispy, dry, or reduced to stumps. New projects are cropping up all over the complex, but none of them are finished, leaving debris and dirt everywhere. The pools are constantly closed for maintenance, but I’ve never once seen a worker out there. As it turns out, without proper poking, an HOA doesn’t actually have the community’s best interest in mind, and that was quite clear when my HOA doubled fees and slashed its service in half.
Perhaps I’ll take a page out of this woman’s handbook and write some strongly worded emails of my own.
Author: Kayitsi.com
