That was before a leak in the roof caused part of the ceiling to collapse in the dining room (which btw, we were on the 2nd floor of a 3 story building so imagine how bad that had to have been) and it took the landlord 3 weeks to get her "handyman" (read: brother) out there to do a shitty job of fixing it. And before I realized that one of our neighbors had a serious vermin problem, and mice kept getting into our apartment from elsewhere in the building.
The radiators were still awesome, it had great square footage for the price, it had a nice layout, and it was across the street from a grocery store and 2 blocks from the Green Line station. I still like those things, I just didn't like how the place was upkept by the landlord. Plus it was my dream for the longest time to live in a "vintage" apartment. Now that I know what it's really like, I can scratch it off the list, lol.