Since we are tired of the thirty mile gap between us, the boyfriend and I have decided to narrow it down to a few feet, and move in together. And because he lives and works in Pasadena, and I live in Venice and work in Beverly Hills, we compromised and decided to move to Silverlake.
Today was the first day of househunting – and it was not terribly encouraging. A late lunch at Mae Ploy was the high point of the afternoon. And over a hot pot of tom yum gai, we discussed the translations of the ads I had so carefully pasted into Google Notebook:
1. Romantic 2br Living in Silverlake
TRANSLATION: 1920s building, re-carved into a completely different formation than it was meant to be. Result: closets where there shouldn’t be, two bedrooms too small to fit a queen bed in either, and random staircases cutting through the apartment in an MC Escher-esque way. However, it did have the original 1928 tiles and bathroom design, which the boyfriend remarked on as being reminiscent of Hearst Castle. Still, we learned that “romantic” means “anything with overgrown foliage in the courtyard”.
2. 2br – SilVER LAKE UNIQUE 2 + ATRIUM, NEW HARDWOOD FLOORS & CARPET IN BEDRM
TRANSLATION: Actually, this one was everything it promised. Unfortunately, the new carpet was that 1980s beige kind I thought had been banned in Western countries, and the walls and ceiling had blown stucco on it. The atrium was quite nice though – a sort of enclosed balcony that I would have called “the conservatory” if we had taken the place, where I could have left random candlesticks and jars of mustard (NOTHING says funny like Clue jokes!). Unfortunately, even HGTV shows cannot suggest ways to fix blown stucco and beige carpet.
3. 2br – Amazing Silverlake 2 bedroom- Open House Saturday 11/18
TRANSLATION: “Amazing Silverlake” must be a separate sentence, and not descriptive of the actual two bedroom. The neighborhood was quite stunning, above Bellevue Park, by a street of pre-war houses, one complete with a castle turret built onto its Victorian frame. But the apartment itself was a street level warren of tiny rooms, again, none big enough to take my beloved queen size bed. As much as I liked the hilltop it was by, this would not do. Especially since the bathroom was closet-sized, with a bathtub, and no shower.
So we’re going to roll into December soon without a definitive place or date to move. Please, if anyone knows of a two-bedroom in Silverlake or Echo Park coming up for rent soon – anything in the triangle bordered by the 101, 5 and 2 – post a comment. There has got to be an easier way to do this. Although, at least this way, I got to randomly find a really awesome Thai restaurant.