los angeles is a an aging starlet trying hard to get the part. doing anything and everything. fast and dirty. untrusting and tearing at the seams. my first night here was spent in a hotel where i opted to keep the blinds closed at all times. there was a pair of discarded men's jeans directly outside on the small landing. they were grungy and forlorn looking and i didn't want to imagine why they were there. as i said, the blinds remained tight. day two found me alone and driving around trying to get my bearings here in the silver lake/los feliz/echo park area. my internal compass (okay okay my iphone) led me to griffith park and the glory that is the observatory. i wandered for hours remembering being young and so entranced by the stars. i wanted to be an astronomer then. i still do. after that, i moved into what will be my home for the next month. fate or luck or those bright stars lined up and led us (me and that man of mine) to the most amazing studio sublet i could ever wish for. i feel like i've stepped into a small paris apartment. the only problem is that i never want to leave. it's loud and mean out there but simple and peaceful in here. i know i have to conquer this city and start to look for the next place i'll call home. for now i'm going to slow down and have a little wine and listen to NPR and think about tomorrow when i plan on going back to the observatory. hey, it's one of the only free things to do here and i'm a penny pinching unemployed girl at the moment.