I have been fortunate to have some pretty neat roommates in my nearly 1.5 years here in the LA area, with only one major exception (you know who you are, and you would never read this blog anyhow). To anyone reading who doesn't know who the exception is, ask me some day when you're up for a hearty saga. :) But I digress. Although I have thoroughly enjoyed my roommates heretofore, and have many fond memories to recall, it is time to move on. Our lease was up this month at our charming Culver City house and so I bid adieu to the persistent background hum of 405 traffic, crappy water pressure, the wood floors and stained glass windows I adored, and what I'll miss most of all-- the bike path to the beach. I've traded all of that in for 830 sqft that belong all to meeeee, elevators, a wall of eastward windows that look out to Union Station below, Olvera Street around the corner, The Original Phillipe's within walking distance, and Chinatown just a stone's throw away. This new neighborhood feels like a completely different town (well, it is), and while I only moved, like, 10ish miles away, I feel like my life has already completely changed.
New photos of my new home:
