You never get used to seeing someone climb out of your dumpster when you leave for work in the morning, or spending more time looking for a parking space at the bank than the time you actually spent inside the bank, but other than those things, I'm feeling like I fit right in, and I've been here forever. I ride my bike around, shop at farmer's markets and spend lazy afternoons at the beach making awkward attempts at beach volleyball (I'm about as good as I was in 9th grade, which is not saying much).
That being said, living alone has been an adjustment. I do miss having roommates sometimes, and even more so, my family. Before you scoff at me and say that I'm a spoiled California girl whose parents live in another beach city 2 hours away (which is all true), take into consideration that I'm living further away from them than I ever have. And in spite of all of the door slamming I did in high school over not having any privacy (italics denote teenage angst), I do miss those crazy people and only see them every couple of months or so.
Yeah okay, I don't feel sorry for me either.
Anyhow, my point is that it was a very welcome surprise when I got a visit from my kid sister and her boyfriend a few weeks ago. My sister Danielle is always a fun, quirky breath of fresh air, and her beau, Curtis, happens to be an excellent photographer, so he took some shots of my apartment and our little walkabout Venice. Danielle has been badgering him to put up more pictures, but here's a little taste for now:
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| This is the entryway in my 108 year-old apartment building. Quaint, no? |
Bling.
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| This cute girl is my Sis. |
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| Curtis managed to make my tiny kitchen look artsy. |
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| We discovered that fire escapes are not just for emergencies. |
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| hermanas. |
