I keep hearing that no one feels settled in LA for the first year that you live here. In the past year, I've shared with a few people that I love my apartment and it even reminds me a lot of the studio I had in Portland, but for some reason it hasn't felt like my home.
I've tried explaining how I never actually used the bench I built in my kitchen to eat breakfast or how I finally had to cancel my Netflix subscription because I never sat on the couch to watch it, and the back patio that I was so excited to have is still empty of furniture, so nothing felt quite lived in. Maybe it's because I just passed the one- year mark here and the memories that I'm creating here are beginning to add up, or maybe it's because I made an effort to decorate for the holidays again, but I recently got home late after flying back from Philly on a Saturday night and sitting on my couch with every Christmas light on, I had an overwhelming sense of relief to be home.
To commemorate the occasion, here are a few photos of my LA casa.