I don’t know if I’m ever going back into the office for work, which begs the question: why do I have to stay in LA? Make no mistake: I love LA. I love being raised in this city. I love the culture, the people, the weather, the everything. Well, maybe not the traffic. And not the cost of living which brings us to where I am right now.
While it looks like I won’t be dying any time soon, I need to start thinking about my old age, something I swore I would never become. I’ll be 65 in 23 years, and I don’t think I can pay rent when I’m that age. Also let’s face it, at my rate I will most likely be very much single. So let’s talk about buying a house.
- It will have to be in the United States. I don’t think starting a new life in a new country is prudent now. Maybe if my dumbass had done it in my 20s, I could think about it. But not now. So as much as living in Paris or Berlin sounds nice, gotta put an X on those dreams.
- Southern California is too expensive. As much as I’d like to stay in the area, I’m priced out. Also, there is no way I would want to live in Lancaster or Fontana. Ew.
- Recent travels? Recently I went to Western Montana twice and really loved it, but I really am not going to purchase land and build a homestead out there. And real estate in Missoula has gotten a bit out of hand. In a couple of weeks I’m headed out to Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan to go traipsing around the Great Lakes. So maybe I’ll fall in love with that as well?
- Last alternative. So there is really only one other place: Baton Rouge, LA. Yup. Back to where I lived until I was 8 years old. I know the area, and real estate is cheap. But fuck, the summers are literal hell down there.
Who knows, though? Who knows if I get to work remotely indefinitely? Lots of uncertainty, lot of thoughts.