Okay. Here I am; I have moved into an apartment all by myself. Well, myself and the cat. He's like an extension of me anyway... You saw The Golden Compass, right?
I am excited about this change, but obviously also nervous and confused and a wee bit scared. I mean, here I am without a TV and I'm supposed to be a productive artist now. I'm supposed to have no excuse not to act on my ideas when I have them. Or instead I could spend two hours reading Michael Chabon, accept any lunch invitations that come my way, and go to bed early.
Quite honestly though, right I am rediscovering how I spend my days. There's some freedom to knowing that there's no one else waiting at home (except Zaphod-sorry kitty!). My car broke down last week, and I managed for eight days without renting one. I haven't gone eight days without a car since college. This was really a feat for me, because I've always had this big mindfuck that it wasn't possible to get around in LA without a car. Naturally, had I still been living in Valley Village getting to work would've taken twice as long, but who cares? I'm not living in Valley Village anymore. I am now a Los Feliz living hipster. Deal.
Spending all week bumming rides, riding the bus, and walking with my headphones until my legs wanted to fall off kind of renewed me. I was a little sad when I got my car back today. I hope that this lesson won't go away, I saw a lot of lovely things from foot.
