I’ve lived at 3600 since 2008. Long enough to watch our infrastructure age, long enough to wonder why nobody planned for it, and long enough to realize that silence at the top isn’t a communication strategy — it’s a liability.
We had original plumbing, aging systems, and no roadmap. By the late 2010s, it was already overdue for proactive investment. But instead of a plan, we got window dressing — literally. A lobby facelift. Hallway wallpaper. A new management company brought in under the radar while key projects sat neglected.
The transparency faded fast after that. Meetings became performative. Concerns were redirected or buried. Owners weren’t partners in decision-making — we were problems to manage.
And when I tried to help — not to tear anything down, but to offer ideas, contribute — the response was cold. Professional on the surface, but unmistakably dismissive. “Thanks for your time,” followed by nothing. That’s when it clicked: the decisions were already made. They just needed the theater.
I wasn’t being heard. I was being handled.
Then came the fines. The enforcement letters. The culture shift. Residents being told how to speak to staff, and staff enforcing new rules without context. I ended up with a $50 late fee for paying the same HOA amount I’d paid for years — because a maintenance charge was quietly added and my auto-pay didn’t catch it.
That was my line. Not because of the money — but because of what it revealed: a system that penalizes residents for trusting it.
Rubber-stamped decisions and quiet fees — the moment it stopped feeling like a community.
I started asking deeper questions. And I didn’t like what I found. A board that votes in lockstep. A history of financial decisions with no clear communication. A building blacklisted by Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac due to violations that should’ve never reached that point.
So no — this blog isn’t here to complain. It’s not about drama. It’s about documentation. Clarity. Putting sunlight where too much has happened in the dark.
I’m not on the board yet. But I’m a neighbor, a long-time resident, and someone who believes the truth should be easy to find.
And if this blog makes someone in charge uncomfortable? That’s a good sign it’s working.
Personal reflections from a neighbor — not official board communication.