Lost Angeles

One of my curtain rods fell down on Sunday signifying that they needed a change. Apparently, my curtains would rather be located on the floor. Unwillingly, I unscrewed the other side and detached it from the wall.

My wall is lopsided now.

I have been in LA for one year and 18 days. While I feels like I’ve lived here forever, I remember just yesterday having a parking space, a balcony and…fresh air. Trying to find an apartment in LA is like having a baby. You’re optimistic at first, but then quickly realize it will be long, painful and very expensive.

I started looking for apartments two months ago. I have to admit, I barely tried, because I have very little motivation. Its a huge effort to move and I don’t necessarily have to. However, writing my 1100 rent check every month is like giving away one of my limbs.

Every time I tell someone in LA that I’m from Atlanta, they inevitably have a cousin, sister, mother, friend, uncle, or neighbor who moved to Atlanta. This person has discovered low real estate prices, new job opportunities, good weather and less traffic (compared to LA…) For a moment, I remember my beautiful 4 bedroom house in Decatur when parking on the side of the house felt like such a hassle.

In my effort to increase my quality of life, I have been trying to move over to LA’s Westside, which is obviously closer to the beach. A few days ago, I realized I work in Hollywood and most of my friends live and work in the valley. I have no friends on the Westside, no job on the Westside and no chance of a future job on the Westside. So I informed my friends:

Me: I’m moving to Silverlake

Erin: Lex, Silverlake is not safe. You’re going to get shot.

Me: I’d rather get shot than live in Burbank.

(Erin lives in Burbank)

I also called my Dad:

Me: Dad, I’m moving to the Eastside

Dad: Oh honey, I want you to be safe.

Me: I feel very safe in LA

Dad: You do? Perhaps its because you live in Beverly Hills.

Me: Perhaps.  I do live in the sketchy part of Beverly Hills though.

I went and looked at an apartment in West Hollywood today. Great neighborhood, ok building, sad apartment. Pitifully sad. One small room, a tiny closet, one cabinet, half a stove, a mini fridge and a sink in the living room. No parking. 900 a month.

In Atlanta, for 900 a month, you can get a brand new one bedroom apartment with new carpet, a balcony, pool and a parking space.

Maybe its time to move to the valley…

interior decorating by Sepi

Our building manager, Sepi, is a little ridiculous.  He’s a very nice guy.  My parents aren’t too fond of him, because when I moved into the building and learned I had 100,000 roommates (read: assorted bugs), he was less than receptive.  My mom and I took care of the problem ourselves.

However, Sepi loves to decorate.  This is evident to me, because he changes the arrangement of our lobby area every single day.  I would love to document the changes for months, but I think my friends can give testimonials.

Here is the latest arrangement:

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Note the podium on the left, the oversized rug, and the clashing plastic tablecloth

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In his rearranging, Sepi decided it was perfectly normal to put bedside tables outside to hold up overgrown plants.

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When decorating, always make sure to keep your fake fireplace lit.  If possible, place a table in front of it to illustrate that the fireplace is in fact, real.

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When arranging a common area, be sure to include strange books that people would never read if they happen to be sitting for a moment or two.  It is best if these books have bright, clashing colors.

I realize these pictures do not give justice to Sepi’s decorating magic.  The true magic is in the fact that the arrangement changes every day.  Furniture is moved, new pieces brought in and others brought out.  There was once a broken fax machine sitting on the podium, just in case you needed to give a speech and send out a fax simultaneously.