The LAist Guide to Moving: Santa Monica to Hollywood in 40 Days
Okay, listen up world: I’m moving to Hollywood. That’s right. I’m living the dream. I’m packing up my bags and my books and my pots and my pans, my clothes and my dishes and my ridiculous second-hand overstuffed lounge chairs, and I’m moving. Ten miles away. Somewhere different, somewhere special, somewhere - cheaper than Santa Monica.
I mean, let’s face it: despite the rosy promise of rent control, the price of Santa Monica apartments inches higher each year – if I stay in my 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom place for another year, I’ll be paying an uncomfortably large percentage of my salary to rent an admittedly pleasant but aging place that’s about 30 blocks from the beach – about as far as you can get from the ocean and still be counted as Santa Monica, so there's really no cachet to be had in "beach-side property."
So I’ve decided to bite the bullet and split the rent on a nice somewhere-to-be-determined one-bedroom with my very special man-friend, who is breaking all sorts of my preconceived notions about men and is actually quite enthusiastic about the prospect of cohabitation.
So the decision has been made: now all I’ve got to do now is this RIDICULOUS NUMBER OF THINGS:
-- find a new tenant for my apartment,
-- find a new place to live,
-- pack up all my stuff,
-- find movers or rent my own truck and find friends to help me move,
-- figure out what furniture to sell and what to keep and what to give away and what to throw away,
-- and finally, figure out how to live with a guy for the first time and share all sorts of terribly personal things like bathrooms and fridges and budgets.
Our deadline is July 1.
Today is May 20th.
Can we do it?
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