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Moving from Los Angeles to Montana. (Part 7 – Things I don’t miss because they’re here too.)

I did an entry listing things I miss about California, I also did an entry listing things I don’t miss. So here’s a list of things I don’t miss about California because Montana has them as well.


Sort of. Los Angeles is pretty much a sea of traffic, billboards, and tall buildings. Here in western Montana, especially small cities like this one, there are minimal billboards to avoid blocking the view of the sky.

retna billboard

Seagulls & pigeons

It’s almost weird seeing seagulls here, I only saw them near the ocean, but they’re around Flathead Lake as well. Pigeons aren’t actually in my city, I think the hawks eat them all, but I see them in much bigger cities.



Farmer’s Markets

Sort of. The one here in town should really be called a craft fair, I’ve yet to see any actual food being sold, it’s more of an outdoor Etsy.


Not in this city, but there’s plenty of people begging for change in Kalispell and Missoula. Usually claiming they need gas money or they’re a veteran in need, and it’s impossible to know who’s telling the truth.


Not that I’d ever miss those.

“Was that fireworks or gunshots?”

I now live in an open-carry state where fireworks are legal, so we play this game a lot.

“Do one thing every day that scares you.” — Eleanor Roosevelt

ferris wheel

Back in August 2011, Mom and I went to the Orange County Fair. I’d never been before, and Mom hadn’t been in years. She was really excited to see the animals, especially the piglets. We also saw the gigantic horse and steer, followed by looking at pygmy goats which were adorable and just hilarious to see after looking at two animals that each weigh around 3,000 lbs. There were also regular-sized goats, chickens, rabbits, llamas, and a few others I’m forgetting. Despite the heat and my getting sunburned, we had a blast!

Every year, the fair has a weekly deal where if you donate a particular thing — books, clothing, canned goods, etc — then you get in free, and the ticket gives you access to one free ride. Since we took part in the deal and could go on a ride for free, mom and I started looking around for one we’d want to go on. I’d expressed interest in the giant ferris wheel, but I’m deathly afraid of heights so part of me was hoping we could find something fun that wasn’t so far up in the sky.

Unfortunately, most of the rides are really high or the kind that spin you around and around (or both), and mom suffers from motion sickness so I wanted to be able to find a ride we could both enjoy. After jokingly pointing out all the stomach-churning rides and half-heartedly contemplating a couple of the kiddie rides, I finally decided to conquer my fear (for the day, anyway) and go on the ferris wheel.

The sign says it’s approximately 150 feet tall, and standing on the ground staring up at the top with a fear of heights makes you feel like it goes all the way to outer space. I knew if I didn’t go on it, I’d regret my decision and probably sulk. I didn’t want to sulk, I wanted to be able to walk away saying “I did that!”

I did it. And I’m so glad I didn’t chicken out. I was 150 feet in the air and wasn’t even scared, the anticipation on the ground was a million times worse than actually being on the ride. We definitely did not reach outer space, 150 feet doesn’t look so high when you’re up there and not freaking out like you had been two minutes prior.

Being at the top of that ride with my mom sitting there with me has been one of the greatest feelings of my life so far. Even the annoying teenagers in the passenger car next to us didn’t bother me, the boys were stomping and causing it to sway to scare their girlfriends. The best part is mom enjoyed the ride too, I was so worried the swaying would upset her stomach but it was so smooth we barely felt it. The whole day was fun, but going on that ride was an incredible experience. I felt so free.

Moving from Los Angeles to Montana. (Part 6 – Things I don’t miss about California.)

Tangles of powerlines.

This was always one of the things I hated most about L.A, all the cords overlapping. There are just so many. Now I live in a place without such a need for them, and a lot are underground anyway. I live at the top of a hill where the powerlines are underground, so I have an unobstructed view of Flathead Lake and most of the city itself.

The air quality.

I don’t need to expand on this, do I?


The traffic.

I can’t imagine anyone who’s moved away misses the 405, or the way so many people don’t seem to know what a turn signal is, or the lack of compassion for anybody’s safety when quickly changing lanes.

Los Angeles Freeway Congestion

Los Angeles Freeway Congestion

In-N-Out Burger.

I don’t understand the hype! The burgers are nothing special and the fries are just god-awful. Terrible. Probably the worst I’ve ever had. I’m glad I can finally stop hearing about the place.


Forgetting which area code a phone number is in.

Los Angeles has four area codes. Four. In one single city. The state of California has almost three dozen area codes. It’s like, every couple of years some dude decides he doesn’t want the same area code as his enemy two blocks away, and bam, they get split into a new code. The entire state of Montana is only one dang area code. Granted, the entire state of Montana has about a fourth of the population as Los Angeles, but still.


→ For previous entries in this series: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

Moving from Los Angeles to Montana. (Part 5 – Things I miss about California.)

I’ve been living in Montana for almost a year already. I think now is a good time to sit back and think of all the things I miss about California.

The food.

Carney’s on Sunset, Tito’s Tacos (and just proper Mexican food in general), Jack in the Box, and my homemade sushi. I’ve found a restaurant with amazing pancakes, but so far everything else has been too hit-or-miss. The only place I’ve found so far with an amazing cheeseburger is the A&W, and don’t get me started on how oddly disgusting most of the french fries are in this state, talk about hit-or-miss. I don’t know if it’s the change in altitude or if Montana prepares or cooks their food differently, but a lot of things here don’t taste the way they did in L.A.

The tourist traps.

Museums, the zoo, Disneyland, Hollywood, Santa Monica, to name a few. I hadn’t been to Disneyland in years already, so now that it’s no longer 40 minutes away, I miss it even more. Feeding the birds at Hollywood Forever Cemetery had always been so much fun, and people-watching in Hollywood and Santa Monica is always amazing. I knew I’d miss the Autry Museum, but the bright side to that is I now live in a place with actual cowboys.

Palm trees.

Before moving, I wondered if I’d miss them. They’re just all over the place in California. I miss them because they were always in my line of sight, and suddenly not having them anymore just feels strange.


I know. Weird thing to miss, right? Montana gets one every couple of years or so. I’ve yet to experience one here, and oddly miss the frequent baby ones we constantly dealt with in Los Angeles. It was always a game of “Was that an earthquake or a large vehicle driving past?”

Don’t get me wrong, I love my new home, but there’s a lot more I miss about California than I realized considering how unhappy I’d been the last five-or-so years before we moved. I figured I’d just miss the convenience of things more than I’d miss the things themselves. Despite everything I miss, I’m glad I moved. It’ll make me appreciate things more when I go back to visit!

→ For previous entries in this series: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Alfred Rosenheim mansion, a.k.a the “Murder House” from American Horror Story.



When the tv show American Horror Story began, I fell in love with that gorgeous house in the first season. Eventually I discovered the house was located in Los Angeles, so I looked up the address and it turns out the house was so close to my home, it would’ve been a crime for me not to go see it.

I found this out thanks to a Facebook friend who’d shared a link with me mentioning the house was for sale, you can see that article here, it has some amazing pictures of the interior. The actual house was used to film the first episode of AHS, but the rooms were then recreated on a backlot, so the film crew was able to change a few things without actually ruining such a beautiful building.

The house was built in 1902 by Alfred Rosenheim, a Los Angeles architect who also built the Doheny mansion which is equally as beautiful as this house, his private residence. It is now considered a Historical Property. At the time, it was located barely four miles from my home. I didn’t go inside since there wasn’t an Open House, and I didn’t want to trespass, and I couldn’t take a proper photo of the front of the house since a rather large tree is hiding half of it, but you still get a general idea of just how big this 10,440-square-foot home is.

You can read a little more about the house at its official website located here, and you can read more about the architect at Wikipedia.

And by the way, the actual mansion is definitely not haunted. The name “Murder House” is the nickname for the house based on this one used in the tv show.



If you live in Los Angeles and you’d like to visit the house, the address is 1120 Westchester Place. It’s near Pico & Arlington, just west of Arlington and south of Olympic. It’s not in a gated community, but since it’s an actual home and located in a residential neighborhood, please respect the people who live there and don’t do anything crazy.