After what seemed like a hopeless search, I found a place to live. My mom will be my roommate no longer. I will miss living with her. The last time I lived alone was in NYC when I was in college. I like to live alone. But I’ve never lived alone in LA before. That can feel very alone, I would imagine. But I am living in a great neighborhood (Los Feliz, hipster status achieved) where everything is within walking distance like liquor stores, bars, and my boyfriend. Perfect! I remember my fear and loathing of Silverlake that I had not so long ago. But people change you guys. They change from entitled people from the westside to entitled people from the eastside. I guess I’ll have to start wearing more vintage clothing and skinnier pants. And lose like ten pounds. And hold a pack of cigarettes as a prop. I’m not drinking PBR though, you have to draw the line somewhere.
My greatest hope is that in all this stress, I will lose weight. There has to be a silver lining in everything, right? Or maybe I will have a complete mental breakdown and be hospitalized, in which case I will get some sweet morphine and have conversations with cartoon characters. Speaking of which, I saw “Space Jam” recently and I don’t even know what happened there. How did that movie get made? Michael Jordan, what? I feel like someone said to him, “Michael, we want you in a movie, you can work with anyone you want!” And he said, “Looney Tunes.” And there was a pause and his agent said, “…okay. Let’s do it.”
But that’s not important right now.
Finding an apartment was stressful. Moving into the apartment is maybe even more stressful, especially since I have about a week to do it. Good luck, Future Almie! And Godspeed.
Anyone have any moving tips or tips for organizing an apartment, or even decorating it? I have a nonworking fireplace and it seems like Pinterest is encouraging me to put empty wine bottles, candles, or books in it. My life so hard.
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