Fairweather
I had an amazingly disgusting looking juice, which was just as amazing in it's surprisingly pleasing taste, for breakfast today. At this point, it is my intention to have another one for lunch, and for dinner, and for snacks. This one in particular was full of apple, blueberries, celery, grapes, spinach, and strawberries. It looked like it had been dredged from the bottom of a lake.
This is an experiment. I am skeptical. But walking around with sunglasses on, drinking juice from a cup that only appears plastic but the label tells me it is somehow made of corn, I feel a little more like I'm from around here.
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Los Angeles is lovely.
It is warm and sunny, almost every day. I walk into parks and they are filled with families and people smile and say hello. Everything around me is new, every day is a new exploration.
I like it here. Very much.
It has been more than a month, and I am just starting to get a little lonely. I have Beau, and I have my cousins. Buck is here but she's very very busy. I haven't gotten out enough yet to start making friends. Soon. There is a price for being impatient and getting my surgeries done straight away has delayed these things.
I'm not working right now, it may be as little as a week and as much as two more before I'm healed enough to go back, but working here is surprisingly easy. The money (so far) is not as plentiful but seems to be more consistent. I never went home with nothing, and when I had trouble making money it was only for lack of customers, not for lack of talent. I am excited for the prospects. I have yet to even try working at the two clubs I enjoyed the most on my exploratory visit. I have yet to see if my new breasts yield the same kind of doubling of income so many others have experienced. I have yet to see if any of my old costumes will fit me now. I am excited to see how all this pans out. In the mean time, I have been applying to day jobs that seem entertaining. Interview at a MAC store on Wednesday. It's been a bit of a dream to work at a makeup counter since always. I'm hoping I'll enjoy it, make friends, explore more of the city.
I worry about Beau. I worry about him a lot. The move and the events leading up to it have been very stressful on us.
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The new apartment is in Silverlake, adjacent to Echo Park, Los Feliz, and Hollywood. Silverlake is rather a lot like a hybrid of the more hipster elements of Capitol Hill & Ballard, with an abundant Mexican culture, population and more parks. There is ten times the graffiti and street art here, I love it. Almost every single store front is indie. Except for the American Apparel infestation, which is pandemic here.
The apartment is a pretty spacious one-bedroom. I'd guess it's almost twice the size of our studio in Belltown. The bamboo floor goes well with all the sunshine. As does the large front and back porches we share with five other units. I have yet to really furnish it, I keep waffling back and forth between waiting till I have money coming in, and just using savings to buy things that I'm going to be buying sooner or later no matter what.
I long to have a pretty, fully decorated space. I've never really managed that. I always get too frugal/lazy and never accomplish it. These days I don't really have any excuse. If and when I do so, I'll take some pictures.
All and all, it's quite lovely.
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Well that was a lackluster entry. Not sure why I stopped journaling. Not sure why I came back today, with no idea what to say. Maybe I'll be back again, maybe I won't. I wish I would though. However, maybe the reason I left is that I could no longer make my entries interesting...
The second juice was less tasty, but otherwise, the experiment lives on. Still very skeptical.
This is an experiment. I am skeptical. But walking around with sunglasses on, drinking juice from a cup that only appears plastic but the label tells me it is somehow made of corn, I feel a little more like I'm from around here.
* * *
Los Angeles is lovely.
It is warm and sunny, almost every day. I walk into parks and they are filled with families and people smile and say hello. Everything around me is new, every day is a new exploration.
I like it here. Very much.
It has been more than a month, and I am just starting to get a little lonely. I have Beau, and I have my cousins. Buck is here but she's very very busy. I haven't gotten out enough yet to start making friends. Soon. There is a price for being impatient and getting my surgeries done straight away has delayed these things.
I'm not working right now, it may be as little as a week and as much as two more before I'm healed enough to go back, but working here is surprisingly easy. The money (so far) is not as plentiful but seems to be more consistent. I never went home with nothing, and when I had trouble making money it was only for lack of customers, not for lack of talent. I am excited for the prospects. I have yet to even try working at the two clubs I enjoyed the most on my exploratory visit. I have yet to see if my new breasts yield the same kind of doubling of income so many others have experienced. I have yet to see if any of my old costumes will fit me now. I am excited to see how all this pans out. In the mean time, I have been applying to day jobs that seem entertaining. Interview at a MAC store on Wednesday. It's been a bit of a dream to work at a makeup counter since always. I'm hoping I'll enjoy it, make friends, explore more of the city.
I worry about Beau. I worry about him a lot. The move and the events leading up to it have been very stressful on us.
* * *
The new apartment is in Silverlake, adjacent to Echo Park, Los Feliz, and Hollywood. Silverlake is rather a lot like a hybrid of the more hipster elements of Capitol Hill & Ballard, with an abundant Mexican culture, population and more parks. There is ten times the graffiti and street art here, I love it. Almost every single store front is indie. Except for the American Apparel infestation, which is pandemic here.
The apartment is a pretty spacious one-bedroom. I'd guess it's almost twice the size of our studio in Belltown. The bamboo floor goes well with all the sunshine. As does the large front and back porches we share with five other units. I have yet to really furnish it, I keep waffling back and forth between waiting till I have money coming in, and just using savings to buy things that I'm going to be buying sooner or later no matter what.
I long to have a pretty, fully decorated space. I've never really managed that. I always get too frugal/lazy and never accomplish it. These days I don't really have any excuse. If and when I do so, I'll take some pictures.
All and all, it's quite lovely.
* * *
Well that was a lackluster entry. Not sure why I stopped journaling. Not sure why I came back today, with no idea what to say. Maybe I'll be back again, maybe I won't. I wish I would though. However, maybe the reason I left is that I could no longer make my entries interesting...
The second juice was less tasty, but otherwise, the experiment lives on. Still very skeptical.