Cmt Treviana, Otay Ranch

One of the worst places that I ever had lived in. This used to be a nice development in 2005, but that all changed when we moved back in late 2010. The neighborhood became overrun by renters. Too many young guys in this place (at least, when I was there from 2010 to 2013) acting like punks. Our end unit's ceiling lights in front of our garage were found busted on three separate occassions after returning from vacation; my car was egged; my mother's car was found busted on the passenger-side window; someone always would be reporting us to the homeowner's association for having too many things in our garage; and we often would receive an orange tag (a violation slip) on our recycle bin for having asparagus in it, but someone else would be putting it there.

Neighbors here were the unfriendliest and most ignorant that I ever had seen. No sense of community or warm-heartedness; it was cold vibes all around. I never had anyone shine a flashlight in my face at night, asking me if I had a plastic bag for when my dog would defecate.

The building complex itself was faulty because of leaking throughout all of the units. It was discovered that the piping was plastic tubing. The last that I had heard there was an impending lawsuit against either the contractor, the developer, or both parties.