Yesterday I couldn’t resist the urge to take a tour of an apartment building here in Los Angeles.
I know, I live in NYC.
I know, I just moved to NYC.
But, I couldn’t help it. You see, this building has been under construction for the two years I have passed by it (it’s in my neck of the woods), and it’s finally complete and ready for tenants.
It has tons of amenities. Beautiful gym, office rooms, lounge rooms, large hallways, every unit has washer/dryers, new stainless steel appliances, huge pool, jacuzzi, sauna, steam room.
It’s like my dream apartment. Yes, my dream apartment is a studio. For some reason, I don’t see myself needing a lot of space. I don’t have a lot of furniture–particularly expensive furniture–and I don’t see myself buying a ton anytime soon. I move around way too much to have a lot of furniture. A perfectly well planned studio is all I need in my life, and I have found it.
But, it’s in LA. And I live in NYC. Boo.
You know, this bi-coastal living is pretty nice, I must say. If I could really pull off having two apartments in two cities, it would be the best magic trick. Two homes or condos would be an even better trick.
A girl can dream.