I remember the feeling vividly. Shock. I stood in the doorway of my brand-new-to-me 1920s Holllywood home. Home #2. Mortgage #2. Living the dream. Creating a home for myself in a city (and an industry) I had fan-girled from afar was high on my bucket list. And I was doing it, however circuitously.

And after carefully placing my lovingly chosen overpriced side tables, the delivery guy asked it: You clean here?