Published by admin on 27 Oct 2009
I used to have night terrors where I would wake up trying to figure out why the house was collapsing and no one would listen to me. Then I got dumped, moved into a new apartment and the night terrors pretty much disappeared. I was a little worried that when I moved in with Seth that the night terrors would return, but they haven’t.
Then, in real life, a month ago, my garage collapsed. And maybe because it’s not attached to the house, or maybe because Seth is a steady force of calm in my life, I didn’t really even care. I just sort of figured we would figure it out.
We looked at a few houses over the past couple of weekends, and there were two that I fell in love with. One up the street from where my ex-boyfriend currently lives (awkward!!) and one way, way, WAY up in the Hollywood Hills.
The one in Beachwood is gorgeous, there’s a fireplace, a master bedroom with a sweet little balcony (!) and a decent little front yard, and $300 more than we’re willing to spend. The one in the Hollywood Hills is incredible, the kitchen was to die for, fireplace, cozy bedrooms and insane views, totally in our price range. There is just no way at this point that I can move up there. I started getting panicky just thinking about it. Being that secluded, that far away from my comfort zone… I’m just not ready.
So short story long, we negotiated with our current landlord for a rent reduction, and for the time being we’re staying. And hiring a maid. I’m not ready to leave Silver Lake yet. I feel a little lame not wanting to move away from my neighborhood. Like it makes me some kind of loser wanting to be close to the familiar, but whatever, for some reason my head is telling me to stay out of the hills because it’s one step removed from suburbia and I cannot move to the suburbs. I appreciate that people with children want a safe street for their kids to ride bikes on and to trick or treat on and with good schools, but guess what, I don’t have kids. Maybe never will… (I still can’t see the future on this one.) I might as well stay comfortable. Besides, my neighborhood happens to be the hottest one in Los Angeles, according to our realtor, and as dorky as I am, I need every cool point I can get, if living in Silver Lake gives me one, so be it. My friends are here. My restaurants are here. My life is here.