This past weekend, we spent the weekend at a beautiful classic bungalow in North Hollywood, just south of Grauman’s Chinese Theater and the insanity and inanity of Hollywood Boulevard. Originally built in 1921, the house has been updated throughout with help from Restoration Hardware and IKEA and boasts tremendous amenities from a private front yard enclosed by shrubbery and a shower/sauna combination in the master bathroom.
I won’t begin to claim that I did not spend many a minute on the patio reading on my Kindle or sitting on the tiled shelf as steam rose around me, drowning out the sounds of kids bored by the notion of sitting still for a few moments in between trips to Universal Studios or the Walk of Fame. And I won’t begin to claim that it wasn’t relaxing, even with helicopters buzzing overhead on the hour and traffic on Fountain and Highland rolling by into the early evening.
But still …
Yesterday we returned home to our own home. The backyard landscape still needs to be done (but will be within the next couple of weeks) and the dogs have done a number on parts of the carpet (as well as a number one in the kid’s bathroom); there are settling cracks here and there as if to prove that nothing is predictable even in a 23-year-old property. The couches in the family room are mismatched (matching showroom furniture is a low priority with four beagles, two teenagers and a 20-year-old) and we don’t yet have the flat-screen television.
Yet, as I settled into the right side of my love seat (the left side has a screw loose, like it’s owner), and flipped on Deadliest Catch, there was nowhere else I’d rather be. Well, except for maybe on the beach with a rum drink. But that’s an entirely different story that screws up my basic premise.
The rental bungalow was a wonderful house. Ours, however, is a wonderful home.
It’s been brought to my attention that I don’t rank particularly well for Peoria or Glendale Houses for Sale on Google. Maybe that’s because I’d rather spend my time helping people find not just a house, but a home.
Glendale and Peoria offer a number of opportunities to find a house and make it home, at least when you’re working with someone who understands the difference. Call or e-mail me and we can talk some of them over.