In California. Finally.
In spite of all my excitement in recent months about this move – and jabs at Boston’s weather – in the end it was bittersweet. Goodbyes are never easy, and during the last couple of weeks I was prone to tearing up at random moments (standing in my nearly-empty apartment; during a massage; talking on gchat; waiting in line at CVS).
But. I’m here. In Los Angeles. And it’s SO good to be here. Here’s a glimpse at what’s been going on.
I can get In-N-Out anytime I want. Awesome. (Not awesome: driving around Westwood for 20 minutes trying to find parking before giving up and going through the drive-thru.)
My new apartment building has a gorgeous pool.
I have two balconies! I’m going to buy a small table and chairs so that I can sit outside with a cup of coffee. And I can plant herbs to cook with! Cue major excitement.
My first night in L.A., I unwittingly wandered into one of the best sushi restaurants in the city, a small, unassuming, family-owned joint. I sat at the sushi bar and ate poke and blue crab rolls and white fish with shaved truffles. This place is only two blocks from my apartment. I win at life.
It’s January. When I go out during the day, I only wear a light jacket, if that. It’s an absolutely delicious feeling, like waking up on a Saturday morning and realizing that you can go back to sleep for as long as you want.
I’m going to try to post a recipe soon, but I still haven’t unearthed most of my cookware from the pile of boxes in my living room. Between that and unpacking (how did I accumulate so many pairs of shoes?!), running various errands, studying for the bar exam, and work, I barely have an hour each night to relax before going to sleep. But obviously I need to eat, so recipe posts will be forthcoming at some point.