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It was late December 1988. My family and I lived in a gorgeous 1920s home with a guest house and tropical pool in the Old Northeast section of St. Petersburg, Florida. My four children were happily ensconced in a top rated private school. I was one of the founding member of the Ballet Society, and life was humming along in the happy lane. Naturally, it was time to move.
I was a reluctant house hunter. I thought Los Angeles was a fun place to visit, not to live. As the jet approached the Los Angeles area the night I arrived, I was struck by how immense the area is. I wondered how I would find the right schools, the right neighborhood and the right house to begin the California chapter of our lives.
I had 3 Absolutely Must Haves:
1. CLEAN AIR – Don’t laugh, I thought it would be impossible to find, but with a child with severe asthma it was my number one criteria.
2. TOP RATED and RANKED SCHOOLS – As a former teacher quality education was a top priority.
3. LOCATION – We needed to be close to freeways (to join the 405 crawl), schools, hospital, airport and for fun the ocean/beaches, mountains and desert.
Jackpot! I found them all in Palos Verdes! They are still here waiting for you.
Ok, the desert and mountains are a couple of hours away, but they are both worth the drive and the perfect destination for a weekend getaway.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]