My landlady stopped by today to tell me that they’ve put my building up for sale.
My childhood was pretty nomadic – I’ve lived in this place longer than I’ve ever lived anywhere before. This is the first place I’ve ever had that truly was a home. My home.
Now, it’s for sale and I’m helpless. All I can do is sit and wait to see what happens.
Given the frenzy with which developers are covering Hollywood in “luxury loft condos” it’s highly unlikely that it’s not going to get torn down.
Although I’m not sure there would have been a good time for this, I can’t really think of a worse one.