the smell of my desperation has become a stench

400 N. Stanley Avenue

Last Friday I flew out to LA for the day for a few meetings I needed to fit in between my trips to Peru and Tanzania. I had about an hour to kill after finishing up all the details and decided to drive over to the neighborhood where I lived all those years ago. This is the building on Stanley Avenue between Melrose and Beverly that I called home for four years. Inside apartment #5 there on the upper left is where I registered this domain name and published the first post to this site on February 27th, 2001. That means this Friday is the 14th birthday of this blog.

I have been blogging for fourteen years. In the beginning I had to hand code each page and use an FTP client to upload the files to a server. Essentially I was engaged in cave painting.

I hadn’t been back here since 2007, and it was a lot like the first time I went back to visit my elementary school. Everything seemed so much smaller, more confined, more dense. I cried my eyes out when I had to say goodbye to this place. I loved living in Los Angeles and the life I’d created there, but fourteen years later I can’t help but look at it with a totally transformed set of eyes, so much joy and pain and struggle and triumph between the woman I am now and the girl I was then.

Happy birthday to this typo of dude.

No Comments

Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.

Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

read more