Our long national nightmare is over. Nixon has resigned. Wait a minute. No. We have moved after 25 years at our last residence.
It has been horrific. Like scraping moss off a rock. And we didn’t have a lot of time either. I won’t go into details. We could have ended up anywhere. I can’t tell you of the horrors we have seen for near $3000 a month. Rents in Los Angeles are outrageous. We had enjoyed 25 years of rent control. Our rent now will double.
As bad as that is, it wasn’t the worse thing by miles.
The worst thing, the thing that, quite honestly, at this stage of our lives, hit us like a terrible medical diagnosis, was that our happy lives might be over. I will tell you and you can believe me or not but the truth is our very happiness and futures were at stake. LA can now be just a brutally difficult place to live. So finding the right place, or not, was a process fraught with some of darkest concerns either of us have ever had.
Well. Fuck it all, that’s not how it turned out. Now we can breathe. We’re going to be fine. Somehow we found a place that is perfect for us. It has an incredible history which I will share at some other time. Right now, I’m writing this last night. Or something like that. You can probably see that my brain is fried. We haven’t actually moved until tomorrow. Wow. That’s not actually English either. Anyway. By the time this is published, we will be there. Or here. Whatever.
Here’s a shot from the 1950s. That’s LA in the salad days of Hollywood’s Film Noir era. Or I’m thinking Val Lewton. Foggy night. Shadows and trees rustling. 😉
All is well….. the place looks fabulous and I can’t wait to see pictures of those rooms with furniture added in…. rock on Don and Bernie…..
Thank you, Branell. Taking a breather.
it’s going to be a while before we show pics Branell. lol. we’re not liking our furniture in here too much. our stuff is nice and new but this place has a different look and we’re probably going to try to go with stuff that works here. that’s going to take a second. 😉