For the first time in many years I’m not a home owner. It’s a crossroads I’ve been at before. Almost 20 years ago my wife and I purchased our first house. We’re still together, though we’ve since sold that house and bought and sold three more. For the first time in my life, since I was old enough to drive, I won’t have a California driver’s license. And yet I have been away from L.A. for longer periods than I have been this time. In the past I always knew I’d be back. This time, I’m not so sure.
Before we moved into our last house I had wanted to follow a nomadic lifestyle, but that was not the direction fate would lead us. The Milagro house was truly an adventure. It was a much more luxurious house than we’d been looking for and more expensive than what we’d budgeted, but if we stretched we could make it happen. And everybody was stretching a lot back then. So we took the plunge.
We rang in several New Years, celebrated many holidays and milestones and had many memorable times while up in the Dons. But as happens things changed, the economy tanked, the film industry continued to leave L.A., I took on home schooling our daughter. Our wonderful home was becoming more of a burden than a joy. The time we were together as a family was becoming more fragmented and stressful.
It was time for a change, a drastic one.
We sold the house. We got rid of the majority of stuff that we had collected over the last couple of decades, selling what we could, giving away most of the rest and then we jammed and packed what we couldn‘t or wouldn‘t part with into storage, not knowing when we‘d see it again. This year Skye and I have driven across the country twice after having already made the lengthy road trip once the year before. We fly back next week for a few days to tie up some last loose ends.
We just moved into a condo last week. We’re still unpacking and sorting through stuff, knowing that come February we quite likely will be packing up and moving on again. A little over ten years ago we sold that first house we had bought and moved everything into storage. We spent an amazing winter in Montreal and then traveled through Croatia for several weeks. We were still in traveling mode when 9/11 happened. We knew no film project would be starting up anytime soon, so we just started heading West, meandering across the country. We knew we would eventually end up back in LA.
This time, it feels different. And yet it feels very and vaguely familiar, deja vu as it were.