I'm ready to move out

We have been living in this complex, which will remain unnamed here, for about a year now.
And I have to say, I am ready to move out.

A lot of people, when I told them the news, wanted to know why.

A few of my answers were...

maybe it was because of the poorly worded leasing contract, or the surprise month-in-advance we had to pay because we had no credit (good OR bad.)

maybe it was because the windows shaking out of their frames every time we had a little storm, and having to protect my things by stuffing towels and clothes in the window sill.

maybe it was because they only have TWO washing machines, and TWO dryers, for over 50 apartments.

maybe it was because there was not a single time in the entire year that both washers and both dryers all worked at the same time.

maybe it was because there was always construction, with noisy, rude workers. or maybe it was because they never seemed to even bother with tidying up after the job was done, leaving nails and rusted screws on my front doorstep, half-painted railings, and a roof that still leaks.

maybe it was because the air conditioning units haven't been cleaned once since they were put in, or that they weren't sealed up properly.

maybe it was because as soon as spring came around, there was no stopping the bugs from getting in, and no help getting them back out.

maybe it was because every storm that hit flooded the parking lot, or that management never came out to clean up afterwards.

maybe it was because of the swarms of gnats in my kitchen, the hordes of spiders in my bathroom, or the countless dead insects stuck between the window panes.

maybe it was because of the drug busts that kept us cooped up inside our apartment, fearful, for three hours, then two, then three again.

maybe it was because of the angry couples fighting in the lot, throwing beds and speakers and car jacks through windows and doorways and over railings.

maybe it was because of the crowds of barely 20s hanging outside in bunches, laughing and smoking and leaving empty beer cans and the stench of Camels in the walkways.

maybe it was because there were no sidewalks, no pathways, and no way of getting out short of braving a treacherous climb.

or maybe... maybe it was because i just got sick and tired of dealing with it all.