That’s what most of the text messages and emails said. Two years ago, I had listed my house in Venice Beach, and my realtor had ginned up a fancy-sounding press release — something like, “Former Cheers writer sells historic, elegant luxury Venice Beach bungalow,” which was true enough to avoid legal action but false enough to draw potential buyers — and now it seemed like every Californian I had ever met, even briefly, was contacting me to tell me how smart I was to leave California.
“Great move! It’s getting insane here. Thinking about it myself,” a friend texted.
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