Well, it is officially official, if it wasn't already. Husband has found us a home to rent in Los Angeles. Actually, he found it last week, and there was a frenzy of uploading and downloading pictures, rental agreements, and scanned photo IDs. And then, **poof**! It was ours. Did I mention that I spent much of last week breathing into a brown paper bag? Again.
When Husband first went out to LA, when we were still in the "feeling out the situation" stage of this process, I told him to take a mental snapshot of our neighborhood/community and to go find it out in Los Angeles. And what do you know? He did.
Here, I can walk to Barnes & Noble and Starbucks. There, I can walk to Barnes & Noble and Starbucks.
Here, we can amble our way to several eateries with cute little outside patios. There, we can amble our way to several eateries with cute little outside patios.
Here, we have friends with a kid Ethan's age, right down the street. There? Can you believe I'm going to say it? We have friends with kids around Ethan's age, right down the street. One of Husband's co-workers found a home for his family in the same neighborhood.
I have to hand it to Husband--he did exactly what I asked him. The house itself is bigger, has a white-picket fence, thank you very much, AND a lemon tree in the back yard. I don't really know how a girl can ask for much more than that, right?