Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two (aghrivaine) wrote,
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two
aghrivaine

Home sweet home

I haven't had a roommate since my house burned down on Halloween, 1998. I don't count a live-in girlfriend as a "roommate" because it's totally different. I came out here expecting to live on my own, but some realistic financial analysis of what it means to break into the industry tells me that I will need a roommate.

So, this weekend I started poking around on Craig's List, and I found an ad for a "roommate needed" in a good area, at a reasonable price. I responded to the ad, and the next day my potential roomie wrote back, asking a few questions and inviting me to come see the house.

Not only is it a nice house (though bare of furniture, at the moment) but it's in a nice neighborhood, a place called Van Nuys, which is right in the heart of the San Fernando Valley. It's very convenient to the studio, too. But the weirdest thing of it all is that my (now) roommate and I have mutual friends! She's originally from the DC Metro area, and knows a ton of the folks in "The Scene" there. She's very friendly and funny, and a talented composer trying to break into the recording industry. Our neighbors are happy freaks of the friendliest sort (just the kind I like the best!), with some incredibly friendly dogs, too. So I gave her the deposit, and I'll move in sometime this week. It's affordable, comfortable, and convenient. I'll just have to readjust to having a roommate, I suppose.

In another strange and coincidental twist - the town I grew up in was King of Prussia, zip code 19406. Van Nuys is zip code 91406, a simple transposition of one digit. Crazy.
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