LIVING LIFE

One of my closest friends recently moved from San Diego to Los Angeles. I did not help her pack or unpack, but found many other ways I could help without lifting a single box. The following are the highlights of our adventures.

When my friend, who will be referred to as D, made a visit to LA a few months ago, we began with an activity I call, “eating our way across the Valley”. In one day, we ate lunch in Woodland Hills, ice cream in Studio City, and dinner in Northridge. Needless to say, we didn’t even come close to finishing our food in any location.

After sharing lunch, we met my daughter and grandson at the Dolly Llama in Studio City where D and my grandson played a giant version of Connect Four on the patio of the shop. D quickly learned that when an an eight-year-old looks at a game and says, “I have a plan”, believe him – she lost all three games in record time. After eating some of our ice cream and waffles, we headed for my home where Bella, our unguard dog, fell in love with ”Auntie D”. Since San Diego is apparently not known for its delis, the decision was made to head to Brent’s for dinner. With the arrival of a well constructed pastrami sandwich and the excited look on D’s face, I half expected to witness a reinactment of the famous scene from ”When Harry Met Sally”. Luckily, that did not happen.

Somewhere between the ice cream and dog kisses, D decided that Los Angeles would be her new home. Over the next few weeks, we searched through countless apartment listings and finally found a location that met most of her criteria. Plans were made and before we knew it, she was on her way to her new home. At one point, when D was about half way to LA, I answered my phone and heard “Do you think I am doing the right thing?” I cannot remember my response, but I later noticed a red mark on my forehead where I smacked myself during that conversation.

Prior to her arrival, I asked D to send me a list of groceries that she would like to have for her first few days in LA. Shortly after the movers left, my husband and I dropped off her amazingly healthy food choices to which I added a bag of chocolate kisses. Several hours later, I received a phone call informing me that the water in her apartment was temporarily turned off due to a leak, the range only had one working burner, the bathtub stopper was stuck and that she had started eating the bag of kisses. And that’s what friends are for.

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