LA Homeowner Short Story
“Another case of purple” admired Alex as he stared at the purply haze chasing the LA sun setting over the sea. From the second-floor balcony of his 7-figure house, the colorful view began to put him in a trance. For a moment, it completely erased the reality of the increasingly crippling debt he amassed for the structure he stood on and called home.
However, the angry cars with their various noises snapped him back to reality. Even though his realtor promised him low noise pollution, the echoes of the evening commuters still carry well throughout the concrete jungle to his home on the outskirts. Not exactly “quiet” by any sort of standard.
Signing, he went back inside, closing the sliding door to his master bedroom behind him. His hope was the glass barrier would provide some solace without sacrificing the view.
“At least the soundproof glass works” he thought to himself, taking a few more moments to take in the view before disappearing into the depths of his dwelling. Passing the empty rooms yet to be utilized, as well as rooms he started to fill in with assorted items. His hope was the IKEA furniture wouldn’t scream “I’m from IKEA” as loudly in his higher-tier structure. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case so his primary task of depositing his faithful coffee cup into the shiny, stainless-steel dishwasher in his shiny kitchen.
The first floor where his kitchen resides isn’t all that bad. All open concept rooms. All various shades of minimalist-friendly whites, grays, and blacks. You could pack fifty people in the kitchen, living room, and observatory with ample breathing room for all. For a moment, he started devising ways of renting out his property for parties while he hid upstairs. However, this would also mean he would spend his evenings hoping and praying his paying guests wouldn’t notice and/or damage his average-tier IKEA furnishings.
Luckily, his AI startup is really taking off. Monthly subscriber counts continue to ramp up. The funding for proper furniture may just be around the corner. To him, this seems the best case in comparison to whenever his Tesla finally becomes an autonomous, ride-sharing money machine. Yeah, subscriber funding is crossing the finish line first in the race of financial goals.
A quick change into his swimming attire and he was deep in his backyard 50-foot pool in no time. After a couple laps, the benefits of this pool providing private, evening swims outweighed the subpar, “filler” furniture in his home. This was one of the main reasons why he bought his home. “It’s like car junkies buying a nice garage that comes with a house” he justified internally.
“Maybe I will just live in this pool. All those unused rooms should be converted into a secondary pool, so I can have a nearby pool when this pool is too far away.” he pondered. More pool-related construction plans flooded his mind as he finished his lap and changed again for sleep.
Alex just needs a pool.
