I’ve spent the past few days looking at Harrisburg apartments. My criteria have been pretty straightforward from the beginning:
- Anywhere downtown or midtown, within a half mile of Restaurant Row, Riverfront Park, and the train station
- Mid-rise, hi-rise, or townhome
- Less than $1,000 / month after parking, utilities, and rent
So far I’ve looked at The Grayco and Pennsylvania Place. Today I’m heading to the opposite side of downtown to visit Towne House.
At 20 stories, Towne House is the second-tallest residential hirise in Harrisburg. It was built in 1961 and was formerly a mixture of hotel rooms and apartments. Today the hotel rooms have been converted into studios and the building is entirely residential.
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I just recently sold my home (without a realtor; did I mention that?) and have been searching downtown / midtown Harrisburg for a new place to live. Since nothing for sale in the sub-$125k range appeals to me right now, I’ve decided to rent. Yesterday I visited The Grayco and was majorly impressed at its transformation into a well-preserved vintage building. Today I want to share what happened over at Pennsylvania Place.
According to their entry on SkyscraperPage, Pennsylvania Place was built in 1973. At 25 stories, it is Harrisburg’s second-tallest skyscraper (333 Market is higher) and tallest residential hi-rise. Formerly known as “City Towers”, the building suffered a major blow in 1994 when a water main burst and forced 600 residents out. Oft-repeated local lore — whose accuracy I can not verify — adds that the building’s heat and power had failed, causing one or more stairwell(s) to ice over, trapping residents inside a freezing building. In 1995 the building was sold to new owners, who dumped $10 million into renovations in time for its 1999 opening as Pennsylvania Place. The building received more bad press in 2004 (explosion and electrical fire) and 2006 (drunken tenant dropped his girlfriend out the window).
Unfortunately, I have very little additional information on Pennsylvania Place. They would not discuss rent or even show an apartment. The leasing agent made it perfectly clear by way of body language and tone that she felt I was wasting her time.
Continue reading Harrisburg Apartments, Day Two: Pennsylvania Place
In Monday’s post I mentioned that I have successfully sold my house at about a $9,000 profit, sans realtor. And I also mentioned that legally, I currently don’t own a home. With February 1st (my deadline for new occupancy) fast approaching and my moving target of 1/22 – 1/25 just around the corner, I am spending every waking moment this week scouring Harrisburg for decent apartments.
The first place I checked out has the most checkered past out of all of Harrisburg’s complexes. If you’ve had the pleasure of visiting Grayco Associates sometime prior to the early- to mid-2000s, you already know exactly what I’m talking about. If not, well … put simply, the previous owners let an otherwise-beautiful 1930s-era art-deco midrise decay into a dump.
This week I took a tour of the place just to see if anything had actually, you know, fallen in on itself. I invited my friend Jamie along for the ride. “If it’s such a dump, why are you even going to see it?” she asked. “Same reason you test drive a Hyundai,” I replied. There was an awkward silence when we were both expecting a clever second part to my reasoning that never came. The best I could manage was “Look, there’s Firehouse. We’re here.”
It turns out that back in 2000, a new owner bought the property as a distressed building. They’ve spent the past ten years fighting to reverse the building’s decay, and they’ve made amazing progress. I never thought I’d say this, but aside from a few shortcomings, Grayco may actually be the best midrise in downtown Harrisburg.
I know. Read it again; I said what you thought I said. I’ll wait while you ponder that.
Continue reading Harrisburg Apartments, Day One: The Grayco
The building I called “home” for the past half decade is now more properly called “sold”. This past weekend, contracts were signed, funds were exchanged, and Important Things were notarized. In the midst of the complete collapse of the housing market, I managed to sell my home at about a $9000 profit — WITHOUT any help from a realtor.
Suck on THAT, Re/Max.
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