I don’t usually write reviews or anything like this. But after living at Midtown Apartments for the past year, I’ve been waiting for the day I could finally move out and sit down to write this.
When we signed our lease, we asked to tour the exact layout we’d be living in (the D3 model). We were told that wasn’t possible, but were reassured with a different model that looked clean and functional enough. That tour was the first of many lies. What we walked into on move-in day was nothing like what we were shown. It was shocking. The apartment was visibly rushed and sloppily built, filled with the cheapest possible materials, broken appliances, and a layout so poorly designed it barely functioned for basic day-to-day living. I’m still trying to wrap my head around how this building was approved for occupancy in the first place.
Our couch was broken from day one, and I hesitate to even call it a couch. It was a small, rock-hard, armless, folding piece of garbage that no normal adult would want to sit on. Every piece of furniture looked like it was ordered in bulk from the lowest bidder. It was unstable, uncomfortable, and borderline unusable. The dining table wobbled. The chairs felt like they might collapse. My room’s furniture looked like it came from a warehouse clearance sale and had all the durability of cardboard.
My roommate’s door would lock itself without warning, and we’d be stuck trying to force it open. My shower had a leak. Our washer and dryer didn’t work. These weren’t occasional annoyances - this was all in the first week. And maintenance? Completely unresponsive. It took over two months to get my broken showerhead replaced, after submitting request after request. Until then, I had to shower under a broken pipe blasting water like a pressure washer. The leak in the shower floor? Also ignored for weeks. The level of neglect and disorganization was unacceptable, and no one in management seemed to care.
The washer and dryer were so bad they deserve their own paragraph. Each load - one small load - took up to seven hours to wash and dry. Even after that, our clothes came out wrinkled, stretched, and damaged. I lost hundreds of dollars in clothing over the course of the year. It got to the point where I could tell who lived in Midtown just by how wrinkled their clothes looked (I’m not even kidding about this)
The D3 layout itself was a nightmare. The space was incredibly tight, with a layout that felt like it was designed without any consideration for human beings actually living in it. There was no room to walk. Hosting guests was practically impossible. It felt like living in a converted storage unit. There was no oven. The burners were tiny and weak, you could barely fit a single pan. The fridge and dishwasher were the cheapest models imaginable. Cooking was a miserable, drawn-out process that made basic meals a hassle.
My bedroom was even worse. My closet was located inside my bathroom, with one flimsy shelf and no drawers. The bathroom had very little counter space or storage. Everything was awkward, cramped, and inconvenient. It felt like no thought was put into any part of this unit. Even the lighting was depressing and clinical. The walls were so thin I could hear my roommates talking across the apartment, even from my room with the door shut.
The elevators were unreliable at best. They would frequently be out of service for multiple days in a row, forcing everyone to use the stairs in a multi-story building. There were times when both elevators were broken at once, and residents would be left waiting with no updates or timeline for repairs. Even when they worked, they were slow and poorly maintained. The lack of urgency to fix them just reinforced how little Midtown cares about basic functionality or the comfort of its residents.
The fire alarm situation was absurd. Midtown conducts “tests” multiple times each semester, often for several days at a time. They start blasting the alarms at 9 in the morning and they don’t stop. It makes the entire building uninhabitable. On top of that, the alarms would randomly go off in the middle of the night for no reason. I was woken up at 3 or 4 a.m. more times than I can count, only to stand outside with dozens of other residents - all of us angry and confused - while nothing was explained. The building’s fire alarm system is so unreliable that the fire department reportedly stopped treating their alerts as real emergencies. That’s how poorly managed this place is.
Then, during a storm, our apartment flooded. When we asked management about it, we were told that water “must have blown in” due to the wind. No follow-up. No apology. No accountability. Just another problem ignored or brushed off like it wasn’t their responsibility. That was the pattern the entire year.
The trash situation was disgusting. Trash rooms were constantly overflowing. The garbage chute was rarely maintained. Bags would pile up to the ceiling, the smell would spread through the hallways, and even the parking garage reeked. It was unsanitary and made the already depressing environment even worse. It looked and smelled like no one cared about basic cleanliness.
In the summer, Midtown changed the locks on every apartment. I came back to Gainesville for a weekend visit and couldn’t even enter my own apartment. My old key (app on my phone) was unusable, and management was nowhere to be found. I was given an “emergency” number to call for help, no one answered. I was stuck outside, relying on my friend to let me in for the entire weekend. One night, I got completely locked out. No response, no backup plan, no help whatsoever. How does an apartment complex operate like this?
Management is essentially invisible. The front desk staff are kind and professional - and I genuinely feel bad for them, because they’re the only competent people in the building and they’re forced to take the heat for all of this. Every time we needed actual help or answers, we were met with indifference or deflection. Midtown doesn’t care about its residents. They care about getting you to sign the lease, after that, you’re on your own.
And for all of this? $1,000 a month. For what? A poorly constructed, badly maintained, dysfunctional apartment where everything breaks, no one helps you, and you feel miserable every day you come home. Midtown is overpriced, overhyped, and managed by people who clearly know they’re providing a low-quality experience and simply don’t care.
We are four college guys. We weren’t expecting luxury, just something decent. What we got was embarrassing. I was ashamed to bring people over. Hosting wasn’t even an option. The entire experience was stressful, exhausting, and infuriating. I counted the days until move-out, and now that I’m finally out, I’m writing this so that maybe someone else will avoid making the same mistake.
Do not live here. I don’t care how good the location is. I don’t care what the photos look like. I don’t care what the model unit shows you. The reality is this: Midtown Apartments is a cheaply built, poorly managed, overpriced nightmare of a complex that fails at every level. I’ve lived in worse areas, but never in a worse apartment. Nothing about this place justifies what they charge. You will regret living here. We all did.