I moved to Los Angeles not quite a month ago. This is how it happened.

As trite as it sounds......It all began when we went to look for a new place to live.

The apartment locator, who 5 years before was friendly and very helpful, was insulting today. We gave them the amount we wanted to spend and what we wanted in a place to live. They scoffed at what we wanted to spend, almost laughed when we told them we had, not only one dog but, two. The options they gave us were in a REALLY shitty and not so safe part of town.

That was the last straw....My Significant Other (SO for short) suggested to myself and our room-mate that we pack our crap, rent a U-Haul, and move to LA. The Roomie LITERALLY fliped a coin. Heads we moved, tails we stayed. It was heads.

It's something that the SO and I have wanted to do for years, but we never had the money before but managed to swing it. We borrowed, sold stuff, and what not to get the money to go. We're here - we have a beautiful apartment in Hollywood that doesn't care what kind of pet we have and our rent is cheaper.

smooches!