Since returning from Turkey I’ve felt ambivalent about living here in SoCal. I’ve realized I hate the suburbs. I’m a city girl, at least at this point in my life. City or country, but not the burbs. I’ve missed being able to walk to work, to the store, or to get coffee, like I could in Turkey. I need to have more contact with the arty crowd that understands me, not the conservative SoCalians who live around me and are sometimes horrified by my work. But I currently reside in a lovely place, where 99.99% of the world’s population would die to live. (I am not joking, it’s like paradise here.)
So what’s to do? My fantasy is to get an artist studio in this neighborhood I have fallen in love with. This hood is just that: ratty, a bit dangerous, and urban. But it has possibilities, a raw hipness, a risk involved. It is not Disneyland on the water.
4 comments:
I hope you will find what you looking for.
M
Kloe,
Oh, the burbs! A good book titled "Road to Nowhere" rails against the cookie-cutter planned (non) community (unless, you are in fact, cutting fresh cookies).
Glad you found an interesting edge to occupy (and I'm predicting an artist's studio for you in 2009).
I own a modest, but quite accurate crystal ball, made not out of crystal.
new york city? ;-)
Thanks all for your good wishes! We'll see... and Ms. V, I hope to get to NYC again soon, maybe this time we can do coffee.
K
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