I’ve lived in LA for almost ten years, and in that time I’ve lived in seven apartments/houses. My twenties were pretty tumultuous: I changed careers, began and ended relationships, lost some of my closest family, got some dogs, and moved around a lot because of these things. Moving is difficult, but it’s also exciting, because the possibility of finding The One (I’m talking homes here, not men) seems somewhat realistic. It’s also exciting because it’s a blank canvas. I moved into my current apartment a little over a year ago, and it was a very quick (and temporary) decision. The building itself has little to no character (aside from the kitchen tile), but I did my best to give it some:
The point of all this reminiscing is that I’m hunting again. I want an outdoor space where I can sit and drink lemonade and read books and actually live in LA. I want a really special place to take care of. Also, I’m thinking of entering the AT Small Cool contest. Crazy?