We found the house.
I hadn't been in the house five minutes when I used my secret code word that lets our realtor/friend know we *love* the house: PINEAPPLE.



I lost count how many times I said "pineapple" in this house.

Grinning from ear to ear and gasping at the rooms is not a very successful way to hide your feelings from the seller's realtor. But I couldn't help it.

Imagine a mid-century modern house that is warm and inviting, full of equal parts color and 1950's traditional materials like rock and wood and slate.

Imagine a home filled with light, warmed by a stone fireplace and devoid of the usual convention of boxed-in common areas. It flows from dining to kitchen to living to den without walls boxing anything in.


It has an inner courtyard, a minimalist pool, an office for both of us, a guest room with it's own bathroom and access to the laundry/kitchen at the opposite end of the house from the master.

The kitchen is an absolute dream: warm cabinets, ample storage, subzero fridge, double ovens, huge breakfast nook that opens out glass doors to a patio with a built-in barbque and the pool.


There are outdoor and indoor conversation areas. The master bedroom has it's own private bathroom with clean lines and fun penny-tiles in earth-tones. And everywhere, architectural touches that combine both the whimsy and sturdiness of the 1950's. Color splashes of orange, purple and teal keep the home from being too earthy, dead, cold and angular. And the view... we can see all the way to downtown Los Angeles... a valley filled with twinkling lights.


I wrote a nice letter with our offer, assuring them we will preserve their lovely home. Now the waiting.




I am overwhelmed with how wonderful this house is. I've always loved the houses we've bought, but I've never felt this way about any house before. When I think of how hard B works and all we've traded the last 3 years, it represents a grounded place to breathe and recuperate. I'm afraid of losing it. But you can't live your life based on what you might lose. When I think of how happy the house and location makes me, it gives me peace and joy.

When I think of the fact that this home has absolutely everything down to the last tiny seemingly-insignificant preference, I am amazed at my connection to creation/Universe. I am amazed at what good timing this is for us. I'm amazed that it's close to where we are already living. I am grateful to know that this house exists.

When I think about how genuinely happy all of our friends were for us when we told them, I realize we must be doing something right as people, as friends. Cuz ... how often do you see people being happy for already successful people who get what they've always wanted? They're real friends. To see their smiles and their faces light up... was a real gift. When I think of all the happy times our friends will have with us at the house, it puts a positive spin on the future that I haven't felt in a while.