I didn't move OUT of LA. I just went up the street, and I'm now in West Hollywood... but this apartment holds so many memories for me. I lived here for almost 3 years, the longest I have ever stayed in the same apartment, and it truly felt like my home. I always had people asking on instagram what apartments I lived at, but wouldn't answer, because I obviously didn't want people knowing exactly where I lived, but now that I'm not there anymore, I lived at The Desmond At Wilshire Apartments. It's technically behind Wilshire, though, lol. I moved here when they first opened, and met some of my best LA friends here. They all moved out over the Summer, and it actually was just kind of sad being there. I was planning on finishing out my lease, and then moving in April when it ended, but then my whole car ordeal happened in the beginning of October, and I was like.... K... gotta go. And felt it was time to move on and start new.
I LOVED this apartment and the building.I get really sentimental about things, ESPECIALLY places. idk, it's weird. Anyway... A couple days after my lease ended there, Cody was at the new place (yes, Cody, lol. I know you're all wondering about our stance, and I will update you all soon,) and he still had his set of keys that we needed to turn in, but it was like 11pm, and the office was closed, so we ended up going one last time and just leaving his set inside the apartment on the counter. So anyway, we go, look through all the cabinets one more time, and found an entire cupboard filled with things I forgot lol. Took a few trips to the car with the stuff... then came back up one last time. I burst into tears, knowing that would be the last time I'd ever be in there. Like I said, I had never stayed in the same apartment for more than a year. I was always moving. So the fact that I lived here for so long just made this move, in particular, kind of a sad one. My mom cried too, a few days before that when she was helping me move, lol.