What If Jack and I Moved into the Lana Del Rey Building
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Hi from LA!
It’s been a while since I’ve written. I have no less than 75 tabs open, mostly consisting of apartment rental listings and then things I want to buy when we move into said apartment. Jack and I have traversed the entire city of angels, scrounging high and low for our next abode (mostly because I am an Obsessive). We’ve seen near-perfect apartments without dishwashers, cubes for psychos, and literal crumbling, surf-shabby interiors that are somehow out of our price range and definitely not earthquake-proof. And we’ve seen a few actually really perfect things as well. But I can’t jinx it yet!
Jack is a good sport and I made him see an apartment that was …. nearly adjacent to Saks Fifth Ave in Beverly Hills, which I used to believe to be my dream location. Driving away, in the soft glow of the twinkle-lit palm trees, alongside the INCREDIBLY LOUD sportscars, I couldn’t help but feel that, after all, maybe I am more of a Lord of Dogtown than a Beverly Hills Chihuahua.
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