Jennifer Aniston is often referred to as the girl-next-door, but the term only truly applies to her home in the hills above western Los Angeles. This nickname was popularized in the 90s and describes someone who is approachable and non-intimidating. However, the atmosphere of this area can be quite intimidating, with streets lined with iron gates and houses hidden behind hedges that display one’s social status. It’s safe to assume that living in this area requires a level of success similar to being an American pop culture icon for three decades.
As I make my way to her residence, the gates gracefully part and I’m greeted by the serene ambiance of the verdant trees and the gentle hum of fountains. The towering entrance stands at an impressive 500 feet, but my admiration is short-lived as Jennifer Aniston’s voice scolds her furry pals from within, accompanied by a chorus of barks. Nonetheless, upon meeting her, it’s difficult to believe that this easy-going woman garbed in ripped jeans, tank top, and barefoot, could be the proprietor of such an opulent property. She embodies the warmth of a visiting friend from another city.
Upon entering her home, I immediately felt as though I had stepped into a warm and inviting art exhibit. The aroma of gardenias filled the air, reminiscent of the fresh scent that emanates from a brand new pair of shoes nestled in a luxurious Louis Vuitton steamer trunk. Despite her claiming to be frazzled, my host appeared serene as we made our way to the kitchen. She disclosed that her work had been incredibly demanding lately, as she was currently filming the third season of The Morning Show and had just received word that she needed to commit several pages of dialogue to memory for an important interview scene.
