I used to say before moving to New York City that it didn’t matter where I lived, or what I lived in. I was perfectly content with having to sleep on a couch for a month or three, calling nowhere and everywhere home at the same time.
You research places to go hiking because you’re no longer getting an automatic workout from walking over hills.
You start wondering where all the sarcasm went. Your new friends, your new work colleagues, and the people you meet through these people don’t understand what sarcasm is.
People tell you you’re running away from your problems, and maybe you are.
It’s our way of taking control of a given situation: we abandon it before it has the chance to wear on us.
LA is by far, hands down, the silliest place I have ever been, not to mention ever lived in.
Are you in the market for a new home, and looking at homes for sale? Many people make the mistake of not hiring an agent, and they end up with a lot of problems, including paying far too much for your home.
How many In-N-Out burgers a week is too many In-N-Out burgers?
I sat up in bed and couldn’t stop shaking.
I assumed, like so many others, that home was a physical destination and that its existence did not require my participation.