Thank you! Well, I moved here after I was assaulted (sexually, but also I thought I was going to die so I don’t even know what you’d call it) (is this TMI? But you really, really need a good excuse if you move to LA!) in Chicago, and the cops took forever to think about catching the guy and he knew where I lived so, when a friend told me a friend of his was renting out his guesthouse for cheap, I kind of stumbled in this direction. God, that turned out to be a situation in itself… (I wrote a series on it here: https://medium.com/youre-all-pussies/airbnb-the-weird-measure-of-las-housing-hell-part-one-6195c48acc5b ). It ended with me getting typhus and not quite dying. Then I kind of sat there catching my breath for a year, enjoying the weather at least, and in February of this year I decided to take the plunge and move to France permanently. I came back here to collect my pets/get pet passports/make sure my attacker went to prison, and thennnn… Here’s Captain Coronavirus! SO, I am stuck here marking time for the foreseeable future. Basically, I came here through misfortune, and I’m stuck here through misfortune. Although I gotta say… with none of the humans on the street, the weather and mountains are like a siren song. The mayor’s declared another three months of shutdown, which I would think is terrible news if it weren’t for the fact that the LA population is indeed best kept locked inside.