My family has begun to explore the city in a new way – house hunting. There are so many neighborhoods in Los Angeles, and while it’s tempting to stay somewhere I know and love…what about all the places I could get to know and love?
Upon beginning our exploration, we drew on the advice of friends. Where is the best place to love? The answer was Malibu. No, the Venice Canals. No, Mt. Washington, Bronson Canyon, Beverly Glen, Mullholland, Cheviot Hills, Topanga, Santa Monica, Los Feliz, Silverlake…
It seems that everyone we know has a different opinion on LA’s best. But that’s good. Instead of choosing between 10 terrible places to live, we get to choose amongst a slew of great ones.
And so now the tough part comes – Sam and I agreeing. I’m open, but think it sure would be nice to have a chicken coop to call my own. Sam thinks my chicken coop phase is about as likely to happen as snow on Wilshire. Either way, bright new changes await us.