Just got back from housesitting with my new special lady friend. The house she was watching is basically across the street from an ex and down the street from another ex.
I don’t go to that neighborhood a whole heck of a lot anymore, but I know it quite well.
LA is so ghetto-ized, in that I generally live in a four square mile bubble that I never leave. And I know that many friends are the same way — Valley people stay in the Valley, etc.
That makes it easy to avoid people you don’t want to run into, but makes it harder to find new people to meet and make connections.
So when I was walking around this familiar neighborhood, I felt like I was trespassing. Like I was violating some unwritten agreement and I was on the verge of being busted by the bubble police. “This is not your area, please return to your zone.”
Thankfully the housesitting gig is over, the bubble police never came, and I’m safely ensconced in my apartment.