Having just moved to LA less than 10 days ago, we have decided to hunt for a house. In this economic downturn, we are figuring that it is a good time for us to dive on into the market and invest in a home of our very own. Besides, I would really love to have a garage to store our amazing amount of gear in. I would also like a yard. I saw some urban gardening show years ago about a family in Pasadena who grew like 40,000 pounds of produce per season in their little urban garden, and ever since then some feat that approximates this wonderfulness has been my dream.
So there you have our house requirements. A garage, some grass, oh and a bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. Pretty basic.
Yeah…this is LA. Enter the scene where your house dreams are a sweet little sailboat floating on a calm little sea flying a charming little blue and white flag of hope. Suddenly the wind kicks up, the realtor you contacted replies to your sweet little email, and with one ugly, frothy wave, your dear little vessel is splintered into a thousand sharp pieces of wood on the cavernous rocks that are this downturned market. And as your now seemingly tiny blue and dirty-white flag is snagged on the black volcanic backdrop, you realize that only a downdive of epic proportions such as people fleeing the state for fear of their lives would have made it easy for you to take a nice little dip into the homeowner’s world of LA.
But we are not deterred. Oh no. Sure, this adventure may be a little more complicated than we first imagined, but hey…what would the experience be without a getting a little wet? Maybe we need a surfboard instead. So bring on your best wave real estate lady. Or maybe I just need a new agent. One that wants to ride the waves, because I have a board and a wet suit, and I’m ready.
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