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I wrote a big check last week; giving people money is a strong gesture of commitment. In this case, this means I'm in escrow on a house. It's been my primary focus for the last few weeks - finding a place to live. So now I have some place I'm tied to; the hunt seems to draw to a close, but I can't say for sure until I cross the transom with my suitcases. And I only saw the place for twenty minutes at an open house, so my imagination staggers with scenarios - how will I fit in these walls? I have a few memories to feed my living scenes from the future; and a few photos:
This is the place I've comitted to: just over 600 square foot, built in the 1920s, a stucco house in Culver City, near Culver and Venice. These are photographs drawn from a real estate database; something to whet my appetite until I next visit; next week, I'll be inspecting the place with people trained to find termites or troubles in a structure. Note - when I buy the place, I most likely get it without the furniture or sculputres or masks or large oil paintings.
One of the two bedrooms, inside towards the front, through a set of french doors
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