We lived in the provincial town of Ramat Gan where I spent most of my youth adjacent to the chess board.
But some things are the same. My mother still owns the house I grew up in, on what would now be called a cul de sac, but which the sign on the corner called a dead end street.
When I first moved to L.A., I lived in the Hills in kind of a wooded area that was just really chill.
I was growing up in the suburbs; I was one of eight kids. So I did have a community when I was younger, but all of my brothers and sisters were older.
I grew up in a very suburban neighborhood, so I was used to everything being safe and lovely.
When I left my family home and had finished university, I stayed in South London but moved closer to London's center, to Brixton and Herne Hill. Herne Hill is a tiny place that is ridiculously overstocked with lovely pubs.
People think that I grew up going to Barneys for my back-to-school clothes. I went to the Gap. We lived in a nice house on a cul-de-sac, but it wasn't a mansion. We didn't have a butler or a maid.
The homes here are almost identical, but not quite, full of people almost identical, but not quite.
