We all know that the journey is half of the fun, so we thought we’d relive some of our favorite Front Doors that have led us to where we are now.
It always seems that when moving to a new city the first home you move into allows you to fall in love with a new town, but it’s the second address that truly becomes home, or at least that’s how 347 Sierra Bonita was. The moment I walked in that front door I knew that this would become my first West Coast home.
Sierra Bonita was a unique street in a face-paced city. One where neighbors all knew each other and would stop and talk about the day’s business. For this small-town girl it was the perfect mix of city and small-town life. The only thing we were missing was a good front porch but we quickly improvised. Our front steps (nicknamed the stoop) became our meeting place for long phone conversations and bottles of wine shared with neighbors.
I shared this two-bedroom apartment with three other girls and as you might imagine there was never a dull moment. Here are some of my favorite memories from that sweet abode:My friends Dan and Becca hitting it off at our Christmas party, then going on to get married some years later
Our crazy landlord who would yell at the top of his aged lungs until we came to the door, just to give us a loaf of stale bread. Nevermind that it was 7 a.m.
Drinking wine with the neighbors
The smell of Star of Jasmine
Hours upon hours sharing with friends as we sat on those dusty front steps.