At the end of 2008, I was desperate. I was living with my 89-year-old mother and my 93-year-old father in Century City. How and why I was in that predicament is worthy of an entire Dr. Phil show. Let's not go there.
So what does a desperate woman in a predicament do?
She puts an ad on Craigslist - saying she wants to move to a loft in downtown (clearly it was better than moving to Mars - that's how faraway I wanted to go). By morning, my ad was answered by Julio Martinez. "I've got a place. Meet me at the Pan American," he said.
I did. And one of the first things he said to me when he saw my "colorful outfit" was "you're dressed just like a pinata." Oh well. Just a little rough around the edges. Don't you think?
But, I fell in love with his place. And the rest as they say - is history.
His place quickly became "my place," and filled my soul with the city. From here I've become a voyeur of downtown. A teller of tales. A humorist with a twist. A quirky woman in a loft.
Recently, over the Christmas holidays - almost a year to the day when I moved in - Julio told me he had gotten a professorship at USC and that he needed his loft back by April 19. And since we are a couple by leasing agreement only, I was going to need to find another place.
How sad. How unsettling. How awful.
Now I am faced with the prospect of moving from a loft and neighbors, I love. My compassionate friends - wanting to make me feel better - are saying things like, "Nancy, there is always a reason." "Nancy, your next place will be spectacular." "Nancy you will find magic."
And, I, a trooper, a spirited woman to the max, must gather my wits about me and prove them right. Yes, I will find FABULOUS AGAIN. Convincing myself daily that I WILL. I WILL. I WILL.
My new mantra, my chant.
And the moral of this tale is? Even if a guy calls you a pinata, he can still change your life. Thanks Julio.
I'll be rockin' on.
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