You don’t have to
figure this out alone.
Tell me what’s happening with your property — a sentence is plenty. Most people write about something ordinary. You’re thinking about the master bedroom, or finally doing the kitchen. You want a pergola in the far corner where you can watch half the county set off fireworks on the Fourth of July and again on New Year’s Eve. You’ve been wondering about a pool — a lap pool, a spa, something that looks like it runs off the edge of the hill. Your tile roof is leaking and everybody who climbs up there wants to sell you a whole new roof. There’s water showing up near the meter and nobody can tell you why. You’ve heard an ADU is possible and you’d like to know whether that’s true, and how long City Hall really takes.
Sometimes it is harder than that — a place that came to you through a trust or a loss, a home you’ve kept for years now that the person who always handled it is gone, a project already underway that has started to feel wrong, or a new fence or shed next door that doesn’t sit where you thought the line was. Nobody has been certain where those lines run in decades. Those notes are welcome too, and they get the same answer. You don’t need a plan before you reach out. Send a line or two, and I’ll tell you plainly what’s realistic and what I’d do first.
Prefer to talk? Call or text (562) 265-1214, or email keith@privatespaces.com — it comes straight to me. No lists, no chasing.
Before you go
Know someone good — a gardener, a roofer, a housekeeper?
The best people up here are never advertised. They pass quietly from one neighbor to the next. If a name comes to mind, send it along — it is worth more than any ad I could buy.
Have someone in mind?Pass the name along →
Tell me who they are and why you would call them again — I read every one myself.
Send a note.
Start the conversation.
Rural country livingNobody up here is tilling with this. One of our neighbors brought a half-century-old tractor back to better than new, parked it where we neighbors can see it, and set two harvest scarecrows on the seat to mark the fall. That is the pace of this hill.
It deserves to be looked after.