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Music
The music of the voices of people outside, it sounds grating to me and I wonder if I can change the way I feel about it, think about it, so I might like it, or least be less grumpy about it. It's not so bad since the yellers got evicted, but I still get a bit annoyed sometimes by the voices, the music, the too-loud people who say too-dumb things. I think I am tired of apartment living. I know it, really. I want, we want, a house. A house with a yard, with trees, or room to plant trees. But this is Los Angeles, and only the more-successful get houses, or the people-with-family-help or the people-with-unexpected-windfalls. Well, more than a windfall. A windfall was the gift from my mom not too long ago, but it's still not enough to buy a house. It is hard to be content, sometimes, when you really want something and don't see the chance of getting it anytime soon. Even if we had not moved to Los Angeles, it's likely we'd have as hard a time getting a house in Seattle. And certainly never, if we'd chosen NYC over LA. Maybe if we'd landed in Chicago, but I might be frozen inside if that had happened. So it's good to be here.
LA livin'
