So after returning from a summer in Europe and the deserts of Southern Arizona, school pulled me back in and suggested it wasnt a good idea that I move to Tijuana for no apparent reason, and perhaps they were right. Thankfully after a few weeks of couch surfing, apartment minding, and traveling with my mama who was finally able to visit after 3 years, I was able to move to Boyle Heights with my now long-term housing sidekick. A fast-becoming good friend has owned a house in B.H. for some time now, but after years of pack-ratting and not repairing the 100+ years old house, has decided to make it more of a communal space. For now its the three of us, but more will move in as time progresses. Hopefully we will also see the return of Food Not Bombs to the backyard, a house full of bikes, and stupidly loud metal shows complete with scale-model church burning, but as you can see this might take some time...
The outside of the house, the city council has complained and suggested we fix it real soon
The top of the stair case with some missing walls...
Matt's room that we have both been sleeping in. This is when it was half emptied, and before we evicted the pigeons and solved the mosquito infestation problem...
The bathroom...pigeons now evicted and shower installed, but not much else
My room! It now has walls and a roof, but still work to be done
Photos of the kitchen, 3 rooms I didnt know existed, and scary torture-scene bathroom downstairs to come...
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