And we loved it!
Cool, edgy and sexy it’s not. But Santa Babs is super pretty and very walkable – which was a nice change from car-obsessed LA (especially for Michael, who’s the designated driver until I find my nerve). We were headed north as part of a trip I’m going to be writing up for my old pals at Cosmo and woo, are we grateful we got to check out that part of California. Bookended by the Pacific Ocean and the Santa Ynez mountains, it’s got views at almost every turn. And there’s not an ugly building in sight – thanks (?) to an earthquake in the 1920s, the town was rebuilt in a consistent, Spanish Colonial style that makes it feel like you’re on a film set.
We felt very lucky being treated to a gorgeous, quirky boutique hotel (it even had a happy hour!) called The Canary, and ate at some fancypants restaurants like Jane, Cielito’s (where we had the best Pinot Noir I’ve ever tasted) and Wine Cask. In other words, we totally lived it up. Oh yeah, there was a cupcake and wine tasting, too.
Lots of love,
Mr & Mrs C. xx
We’ve been in Los Angeles for five days now. It’s surreal and fun and expensive and overwhelming to set up a whole new life here and we’re loving it. Here’s just a taster of what we’ve done so far:
Visited Target, Ikea, Home Depot, Urban Home, Walmart and Macy’s all within 48 hours to semi-furnish our new home
Been invited to a film premiere by our cell phone salesman
Marvelled at the price of tuberoses ($5), gin ($30 for 1.75L), Ikea hotdogs (50c) and magazines ($3.99) – pretty much all we need to stay happy
Gone nuts for Martha Stewart kitchen, office and homeware stuffs (okay, just Naomi)
Happy danced over a filming notice in the lobby of our building (okay, just Michael)
Discovered Big Gulp at the 7-11
Accidentally ventured into one of the most dangerous areas in LA (if you’re reading this Fotini, don’t worry, we’re okay!) to go shopping for a duvet. We did wonder why there was a police station attached to the mall… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crenshaw,_Los_Angeles
Met a million ‘industry’ people at every turn
Despaired over the coffee situation here (pretty pukey)
Missed our cats 482 times
Filed (Naomi’s) first freelance story for Marie Claire
And here’s the visual proof…
The number one question everyone’s been asking us (after “The green card lottery is REAL?!”) is how we’re feeling. To be honest, I don’t know! How are you supposed to feel about leaving Sydney, a great job and all my friends and family for a city that’s always sunny, could make Mikey’s career and which has Anthropologies, J. Crews and Urban Outfitters out the wazoo? My answer is usually, “Excited, but also terrified,” and for the record, yes we’ve found a place to live, no we don’t have full time jobs yet and we leave Tuesday. Yes, tomorrow.
Oh, the stomach flips are there alright. I can’t wait to get to Los Angeles, to nest in our apartment, embark on my freelance career (and, let’s face it, work in stretchy pants) and to discover everything the city has to offer. But when I think about what I’m leaving behind… Well, that’s when the flips turn into lurches. It’s sad to say goodbye, which is why we’ve tried to focus on the future and say our goodbyes as see you soons. But we couldn’t pass up the chance to have a big fat farewell party, even if it meant, well, saying farewell.
To everyone who decorated offices, raised toasts, showered us in flowers, cake and well wishes: thank you. To those who came to say goodbye in the only way we know how – with copious amount of hotdogs, hamburgers and American Icon costumes – you’re the bestest. See you soon!