A dreamy little Jungalow in Atwater Village.
I’ve got itchy feet. I know this feeling well. I had it when I moved to Switzerland when I was sixteen. I had it when I moved to Italy when I was 21, I had it when I moved to NYC at 28, and I have it now. But I don’t want to leave L.A this time. I want to buy a home–bad. I’ve lived in rentals since I was 18 years old. If I average out that I’ve been spending $800 a month for the past sixteen years that’s $144,000 I’ve spent on rent–and I’m sick of it. I long to own to walls I paint, and the floors I hope to cover in tile. I long to feel like a place is truly my own and that the investments that I make in it are worthwhile. I long to go completely over-the-top with the decor and get crazemazing appliances…and…and…OK maybe now I’m getting carried away–but seriously though, I’m making this a big goal of mine for the next year.
It isn’t easy because since both J and I are freelancers, we don’t have steady incomes and since I lived abroad for most of my adult life, I don’t have a long ‘credit history’ (and it’s bananas that you need to have been in debt in the past to have good credit, right?!? This system is stupid–but that’s a whole ‘nother blog post that I’m totally unqualified to write.) Plus L.A. is EXPENSIVE and we can get a two-bedroom podunk little spot in a mediocre i-don’t-really-feel-totally-safe-walking-alone-at-night kinda area for what mansi0ns cost in many cities–but hey– I guess that’s what you pay to be near the–errrr– beach? ANYWAY…I’m pretty determined to make this happen and when I put my mind to something… just don’t be alarmed if you start seeing more rants around here about house-hunting and (hopefully, one day) house buying, and maybe, if we’re lucky house fixer-upper-ing and many, many before and after photos…wouldn’t that be nice?! Keep your fingers crossed and any advice is more than welcome–’cause I’ve never done this before and I’m totally clueless.