Monkey and I have settled into our new home in Los Angeles and are enjoying every moment of the balmy November weather. Have I been judge-y of Angelenos who wear puffy vests and Uggs when the temperature turns a frigid 65 degrees? Maybe. But then a ray of warm sunshine hits my face and I forget all about those people with thin blood. (Is that a real thing? Does your blood actually thin if you live in warmer climates? Must use interwebs to find out.)
Enough about the weather – let’s focus on some of the other things that make LA such a liveable place: Trader Joe’s found everywhere with no ungodly long lines; hiking trails here, there and everywhere; driving apps that figure out the quickest route so you can avoid road raging; friendly neighbors who verge on nosy but hey, they’ll know if someone is breaking into your apartment to steal your underwear (this has actually occurred before, in a bizarre land known as Burbank); farmers markets are year-round; CVS and Walgreens sell booze; Monkey has become friends with a Pekingese named Tina; I can finally buy in bulk y’all!
Here is a shot of our street, one morning after a rainstorm. Double rainbow!
Monkey in Manhattan 