I've been looking for a new place to live. While I have loved my time on the mountain - the quiet, the fresh air, the winds, the roughness -- I miss the beating heart of the city I love. I miss the moist freshness of the air. The grid of streets, the palm trees. The bustle of movement and the pockets of serenity. I miss my friends, the ease of escape velocity. My rocket can do short blasts of 30 minutes or long hauls of 3-5-9-15 hours.
The past few days, I've been looking at places. I've got an open mind. I don't need to replicate what I've had in the past. As much as I miss my last place in West Hollywood - a gorgeous, huge, beautiful house - plenty of room for me and D, I need something different. My life is different, and I am different too. As much as I like my independence, I like to live with someone. And let's be frank, the boyfriends haven't worked out.
I've been thinking about my time with Gloria. When I moved to LA - over 10 years ago - we met when I subletted her place in Venice. It was my soft landing in LA. She was/is a writer, and we became friends, through my early blog. 8 months later we were in escrow together, buying a house on Future St. Yes, I do spontaneous things at times.
Living with Gloria was an amazing time in my life. She inspired me, by seeing first hand, what it was like to live life on your own terms. To see the ups and downs, the struggles and creative freedom. When I think about that time, I learned so much from her. And I continue to - we're still good friends.
This memory, this experience, I remember. Is it possible again? I am 12 years older. I am not that young woman. I am experienced. And like Gloria had, when we lived together, I have my dog, Mr D, on the older side, but still full of life and love. Have the roles changed?
They have.
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The city wants me back. And the city, she shall have me.