Some places, you immediately fall in love with.
The moment I arrived in
And then, like many an unemployed and directionless soul before me, I washed up on the shores of the Pacific. My relationship to
Now, more than three years later as I’m preparing to become an official resident of Los Angeles, I find there are things about this foreign land that have started to feel like home. Things like late night Astroburger runs, Saturday afternoons at the West Hollywood Farmer’s Market and movies at the Arclight (where they have assigned seating and kindly allow you to bring your cocktail into the theater, which makes it totally worth the $14 price of admission). Searching for an actual home, however, has been a bit of an odyssey.
In the past couple of weeks, we’ve looked at apartments that are--in L.A. real estate speak--Culver City adjacent, West Hollywood adjacent and Beverly Hills adjacent ( and a couple that are actually in Beverly Hills—I know, aren’t we posh). Where some of these buildings were actually located, I’d be hard pressed to tell you. But I know exactly which desirable neighborhood they are within spitting distance from.
Today, you may be a paid-by-the-day production assistant eeking out a meager existence in an unglamorous part of
I think this is both the magic and the curse of
During the countless Friday night drives I’ve made from my bucolic suburban domicile to my boyfriend’s
I guess this is kind of how I have affectionately come to think of my new home. A poorly conceived, sprawling, carcinogen-infested