I haven’t left the house all say, except twice for shopping around the corner. Too lazy to take the way up to Hollywood for another apartment scouting trip. And it seemed rain starts pouring down every minute. Yesterday was nice, on apartment search. I ended up in the building at 706 S. Normandie Ave, the first place I staid when I arrived in LA. A studio is available, one of the more acceptable apartments I saw so far. But as everything else fairly expensive…In the same area another studio, on St.Andrews Place, tiny, minimum kitchen, for $850…Sometimes I am wondering where the desperate people are renting a place like this, or they simply don’t care? Also in this area, Koreatown, occupied mostly by Latin Americans in the meantime, another studio, $850. I saw an exact same apartment just a few blocks away, earlier last week, for $725. Anyway, Normandie Ave is memory also. I didn’t know where I was at that time. A completely strange city. At least everything is in walking distance, so there is time for adaptation. And the apartment was big, coming from New York I couldn’t believe it. And I don’t really know what happened now that I have the impression everything is small and overpriced. Deja-vu. Recently I also paid a visit to the café at Wishire/Cochran I believe. My stop on my first commute to work. The second one was the café with the in-house roasted coffee beans on Washington Ave, in Culver City. Very gentle people there, I remember. Finally the third in Silverlake, before the time of the espresso machine in the office. Traces of me moving around.

So today my present place which I like more and more…$700, with parking place. I don’t know if anything like that exists in the city anywhere else. But I feel terribly lazy not leaving the house. No time to relax. I can’t see the day just passing by without a trace of activity, progress in something you’re trying to achieve. As finding an apartment. But that’s another story