Where your living space doubles, but your rent goes down. Where you leave your wallet on a bench at the Ale House, and its waiting for you at the bar the next day. Where the civic moniker is a paddle surfing cow. Where the streets just now are getting paved and the sewer lines at long last being put in. Where your vegetable oil burning Mercedes comes to die. Where you name your dishwasher Humphrey. Where you rise at 3 AM to shape the loaves, and stay open only until the last one is sold. Where all your needs can be satisfied within a two block radius. Where if you want to go West, you get on a kayak. If you want to go elsewhere, you get on a bike.
You’re never going back to Echo Park.