The Best Piece of LA

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LA is something else. It’s a beast of a completely different nature, something I’ve never encountered before. It doesn’t feel like a breathing entity, like New York City does, thousands of people pushing through at any given moment. LA feels like something that was torn apart, the best pieces tossed up and scattered, waiting for people to find.

I especially liked West Hollywood, with its tiny shops, swanky bars, and gay pride stickered cop cars.  When we drove through, it almost felt like I was coming home, as if this part of the city had a place for me in it.

Autumn had been on my mind,  but only because it hurt less than thinking about the Hot Mess.  Last night before bed, I tried to remember her features, and ended up falling asleep before putting together her face.  When I woke up, I had to rush and get ready to meet the rest of my co-workers in the lobby to go apartment hunting.

We saw at least seven different apartment communities, most of which seemed overpriced or just not right. One apartment community seemed clean enough, but all I saw were old Ukrainian people wandering the halls and peeking out through cracked open doors when we walked by. I didn’t ask for a rental application.

On the drive to the last apartment community, I received a text from an unfamiliar number.

“Plans for later tonight? This is Autumn btw.”

“Arial font hater? ;) ” I texted back. “I’m free.”

“Haha! You remembered. Have anything in mind? Where are you staying? I’ll pick you up.”

I texted her the hotel name and address, minus the zipcode (which I didn’t know).  “I should be back at the hotel by about 9pm. Is that cool?”

“Perfect! See you then.”

I was glowing by the time we reached the last apartment viewing, but I didn’t tell anyone why, and gladly picked up a rental application before even seeing the units. The units there were surprisingly nice and affordable. I could actually see myself living in the studio there, but it could be because all the model unit furniture was much nicer than mine.

After touring the community and the gym room (which I’d never use anyway), we packed back into the van, and headed back to the hotel to get ready for an early dinner.

Readers, have you ever traveled to someplace new and felt like you’ve come home?

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8 Comments » Posted: December 12th 2009
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  • http://floretacui.blogspot.com floretacui

    beautiful descriptions of LA. i don't think i'd like it there, but i wouldn't mind living in the vicinity. so, ar eyou moving there?

  • http://slowdancingwithstrangers.com/ kristel

    aw thank you for the generous compliment :D

    Don't get me wrong, there are many parts about LA that I hate (like the snobby people and the traffic). But there are these pockets of really cool restaurants/bars. I guess that makes up for it lol

    I'll be moving there next year for work. My boss is paying for us to relocate!

  • hip_bones_r_scary

    I felt that way when I went to New Orleans! I was so ready to drop everything and move there. I got as far as looking for flats and sending resumes. Then Katrina hit. I've been back 3 times since then, but my life is radically different now. I no longer have the freedom to get up and go. I love reading your page, btw. So well written. :)

  • http://iwontmakeyoueggs.com kristel

    Where are you from? If you don't mind me asking. I'm curious to know how different New Orleans might be from where you're from. I'm from Hawaii, so I guess LA doesn't seem like too much of a difference lol

    I've never been to New Orleans, but I've always wanted to go. I hear the food there is amazing!

    Thank you for reading :D

  • hip_bones_r_scary

    I'm in Chicago. I love this city, but am not in love with the bullshit you have to put up with to live here. I highly recommend that you visit NOLA. Admittedly, there was a different feel to the place pre Katrina. It had a more mellow, devil-may-care vibe before the disaster. It's still there, but…different. However, it is still a beautiful place. A feast of the senses, as it were. And yes, the food is PHENOMENAL. :)

  • hip_bones_r_scary

    I'm in Chicago. I love this city, but am not in love with the bullshit you have to put up with to live here. I highly recommend that you visit NOLA. Admittedly, there was a different feel to the place pre Katrina. It had a more mellow, devil-may-care vibe before the disaster. It's still there, but…different. However, it is still a beautiful place. A feast of the senses, as it were. And yes, the food is PHENOMENAL. :)

  • hip_bones_r_scary

    I'm in Chicago. I love this city, but am not in love with the bullshit you have to put up with to live here. I highly recommend that you visit NOLA. Admittedly, there was a different feel to the place pre Katrina. It had a more mellow, devil-may-care vibe before the disaster. It's still there, but…different. However, it is still a beautiful place. A feast of the senses, as it were. And yes, the food is PHENOMENAL. :)

  • hip_bones_r_scary

    I'm in Chicago. I love this city, but am not in love with the bullshit you have to put up with to live here. I highly recommend that you visit NOLA. Admittedly, there was a different feel to the place pre Katrina. It had a more mellow, devil-may-care vibe before the disaster. It's still there, but…different. However, it is still a beautiful place. A feast of the senses, as it were. And yes, the food is PHENOMENAL. :)