Just one week ago we woke up for the last time in Habitat hostel in St. Kilda. By all means, a decent hostel. For a month, tiresome. We packed up all our goods and left behind this kind of living…
We got to our new house in Fitzroy, just off busy Brunswick Street, as the previous inhabitants were leaving in their camper van. We saw our room for the second time, now empty and it was bigger and lovelier than we remembered. Floor to ceiling empty wardrobes, a modest window, shiny wooden floors and a big tall ceiling. And a few gaping cracks in the wall. It’s old, I suppose that’s charming.
After an obligatory trip to IKEA, 2 tram rides away, we returned with a duvet, sheets, a bonsai tree and tea lights. I don’t think I’ve ever returned from IKEA without candles and plants. It took 30 minutes to make the bed and unpack everything we own in Melbourne (2 backpacks and a few reusable supermarket bags worth). I love our cracked walls and this cosy room.
I am so pleased to have a room and a space that is just ours. I am now obsessing over design blogs and little home improvement ideas, I would love to paint these filthy walls and sort out these cracks! And I look forward to living somewhere a little more permanent with the freedom to do those things. Right now we don’t know how long we’ll be here for, so we’re just enjoying that it’s ours. And it’s no bargain, but the location alone is worth it. And the general quality of living in this city means that I am content most days. I also have a house to scrub and hoover and realise how much like my mother I really am.