Owning even a small piece of real estate can be empowering and the convenience of condo living can’t be beat, but the luxury of not having to mow lawns or shovel snow comes at a cost. A cost only condo dwellers can understand.
You have to take an elevator to get to your home. And that means waiting. Waiting for the elevator, waiting to press the button for your floor, waiting for others to get off—especially if you live on one of the higher floors in the building. By the time you’re home, it’s like you’ve doubled your commute time.
The only time the whole elevator situation gets worse: when a new tenant moves in. One elevator turn even the friendliest encounter into a battle to get on that people mover!
You have to make so much small talk with neighbours. Or awkwardly stare at your feet while waiting for that damn elevator to arrive.
Three words: Visitor parking spots. Never free when you need them. Always such a pain to book.
Noisy neighbours. Calling the cops isn’t as easy when you have to hide one door down.
When the fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night and you have to go outside in your pyjamas.
No garage … of your own. You have to take the elevator to the basement to retrieve your winter coat. Every trip to your storage locker is like a scene from a horror movie.
No backyard means no barbecues, unless you’re willing to expose your friends to your freaky neighbours on the shared terrace.
Condos aren’t great for kids. Or more accurately, condos are horrific for parents of children. And neighbours of children.
Your concierge is a jerk.
Attempting any type of car maintenance in your tiny parking spot is a joke. Only a small animal could fix your car in that amount of space.
Condo fees can go up at almost any time.
You don’t live in an apartment anymore. You are your own landlord. Leaky taps, cracked tiles, broken dishwasher: your job now.
Maybe it’s time to move to the suburbs…