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Oh, It’s Tuesday: A Few Thoughts on Moving…
So, I don’t have a lot of time to talk today, b/c we’re moving. But a few things:
1. Yesterday, I saw my second Star Trek remix star at my neighborhood Gelsons. I saw Zoe Saldana there a couple of years ago and yesterday John Cho walked in at the exact same time as me. Mind you I’ve also seen the guy who plays Sheldon on “Big Bang Theory” while walking around the neighborhood. I feel like Silver Lake is trying to say, “Look at all of the nerdy celebrity sightings you’ll be missing out on when you move to decidedly non-nerdy-celebrity-laden Altadena.”
2. The previous resident of the house we’re moving into died. Our landlord is his surviving son. This is the fourth (maybe the fifth) time that I’ve moved into a place whose last occupant gave it up due to death. And interestingly enough, my Pittsburgh one-bedroom, my first L.A. shared apartment, and the LA studio that I lived in before I met CH are among the my favorite residences of all time — and I’ve moved a ton, so I’ve lived in a lot of places.
My LA studio was the worst death. The guy died of stomach cancer and b/c he had no family or close friends, the apartment manager had to check him into a hospice, where he died alone. You could totally still feel him in the apartment. I wrote both of the my LA premiere plays in that apartment, and since I haven’t written such desperate or bleak material since, I can only assume that he had something to do with it.
When we walked into the Altadena house, I looked around quietly and when CH and I met in the room that we’ve decided will be the nursery, I said, “This is it.” I don’t believe in ghosts, but I do believe in vibes, and this house has good ones. Later, his son told us that his father kept on his housekeeper until the end even though she was rather old (85) and not very able. I love that the previous resident was a nice guy.
3. I’m so overwhelmed and scared about this move that I’m assuming it must be a good thing.
That’s all.
I also like to move into places with good juju, but my husband couldn't care less. When we were selling our last house, we had several identical offers, and I was swayed to choose the offer of people I liked better. He declared that he didn't care who was giving us their money — if we had offers from a serial killer and a philanthropist, he'd accept the killer's offer if it was a nickel more.
Good luck with the move!
I also like to move into places with good juju, but my husband couldn't care less. When we were selling our last house, we had several identical offers, and I was swayed to choose the offer of people I liked better. He declared that he didn't care who was giving us their money — if we had offers from a serial killer and a philanthropist, he'd accept the killer's offer if it was a nickel more.
Good luck with the move!
Sounds like everything is falling into place :)
Sounds like everything is falling into place :)
I truly believe that places have vibes or sense of their former selves, owners, etc. The first house Brian and I bought after we married had the worst vibe and to this day (fast forward nearly ten years) I think those were the "hardest" years of our marriage. I am glad to hear that the new places has a good spirit!
I truly believe that places have vibes or sense of their former selves, owners, etc. The first house Brian and I bought after we married had the worst vibe and to this day (fast forward nearly ten years) I think those were the "hardest" years of our marriage. I am glad to hear that the new places has a good spirit!
Welcome to the neighborhood! Lots of Altadena bloggers, we even have regular picnics. My house had great vibes, too. The previous couple left a sticky note in the bedroom closet: I love you. There were still photos up of the family who lived here from the 50s to 80s, and the kids came by after I moved in. My friends goddaughter's parents lived here, and the woman from the 50s to 80s was my old boss's elementary school teacher. She had the same name as my mother, and the oldest son is a Lutheran minister in the same town that my dad was from and where my grandparents lived til they died. We used the same mortuary, how weird is that?
Welcome to the neighborhood! Lots of Altadena bloggers, we even have regular picnics. My house had great vibes, too. The previous couple left a sticky note in the bedroom closet: I love you. There were still photos up of the family who lived here from the 50s to 80s, and the kids came by after I moved in. My friends goddaughter's parents lived here, and the woman from the 50s to 80s was my old boss's elementary school teacher. She had the same name as my mother, and the oldest son is a Lutheran minister in the same town that my dad was from and where my grandparents lived til they died. We used the same mortuary, how weird is that?