To say the struggle was real would be an understatement.
When you manage to find a decent parking spot in Culver City but for the love of God can't decipher the meaning behind the street signs.
So... I can park here for an hour... after 6? Or before 6? Wait — it says any time after midnight... but I also have a permit... I feel like I'm missing something here.
When you want to try a new restaurant on Sunset Boulevard but the only parking available is valet.
You end up spending more money on parking than the actual dinner.
Or when you want to hit up Venice for a relaxing beach day and need to take out money from your savings just to park.
And people frown at me when I tell them I don't go to the beach anymore.
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