The reason why my blog has been even more neglected than usual is because I was moving… I’ve moved from Sydney’s inner west to the lower north shore… which for the non Sydneysiders, is the equivalent of moving from a normal people suburb with loads of character and run down charm, to a super rich suburb on the harbour where it’s all about what car you drive… and my little beat up Hyundai doesn’t seem to be cutting the mustard with the new neighbours. Hello, it’s just as good as your Bentley, Mr Snobby Suit Man. It goes places. That’s the point.
Anyway, the crazy Sydney property market and some convenient timing with one of my friends meant that the best option to flee my character-ridden (read cockroach, slug, ant and mould ridden) sharehouse in the inner west was to move into a snooty place. It makes no sense I know, but the Sydney property market really doesn’t make any sense at all.
So far I really like the new place, my room is great, and it’s very pretty around here… rich people only move to pretty places… it still feels a bit weird, being a pauper living in a posho suburb, but I am getting used to it.
But moving is so emotionally and physically tiring. And there are lots of things that I miss from my old neighbourhood. Like all the good Italian stuff in Norton Street grocer, and the shorter drive to work. But my new place has many charms too.
I think I’m probably the only person on my street with their room furnished with the cheapest lines of furniture from Ikea though. Oh well.