So it's been a little over 5 months since "Frank" and I moved into this turn of the century Richardsonian Romanesque and Beaux Art building in Downtown Los Angeles. And ever since we decided on where to store the stemware and what color wood finishes to go with on our first night, it's been quite a journey on a physical and internal level.
We are awakened to the constant pitter-pattering of heels that make their way down the concrete corridor in the middle of the night. We're often met with friendly neighbors, new faces, old faces, canine and feline friends who, perhaps, equals the amount of "human" tenants that call this place home.
The pocket door that leads into our bathroom sticks every now and then but it feels like a home that Frank and I built. Our closet space could use a bit more square-footage, but something tells me that no matter how much more room we are awarded, we will always be clamoring for more. And every afternoon, when rush hour hits and dinner menus start to formulate - I find myself rushing home. -Reggie
So when are you having a dinner party eh? Put me on the list k? Sweet pad for a sweet couple:)
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