Today I spend some time browsing on realestate.com.au. There’s been much talk about the rental crisis in Melbourne – rent prices getting higher and places hard to find. Still a girl can dream.
When I’ve thought about moving, it’s been to a flat in the inner suburbs. I love the inner burbs and love being able to walk to the city and most other places I have to go. If I did that, I’d be paying a lot more in rent to get like a tiny bedsit. That’d mean no housemates but I’d still have people around me plus cooking and sleeping in the same room – ick!
Another option would be to move further out and rent a house with my sister. Still problematic since she’s a bit dodgy with money, but we’d have a whole house to ourselves. We could even get a three bedroom place.
We’ve been talking about it and dreaming. How sad is this? I’m so used to living in this hole that the things I’m dreaming about are things most people take for granted – like having an oven. OMG I could bake stuff and make casseroles and pies and all manner of things. I could roast vegies without doing it in shifts like I have to with my tiny toaster oven.
Being able to put my kitchen stuff in the kitchen and my bathroom stuff in the bathroom. All my cookware is in my room so the housemates don’t a) use it and not wash it up and b) wreck it. My fridge is in my room as well. Every time I cook, I forget stuff and have to make multiple trips from the bedroom to the kitchen.
Off street parking. The thought of off street parking is enough to give me a tingly glow. I’ve never had it except once when I didn’t have a car.
Peace and quiet. I’m worshipping at the altar of peace and quiet at the moment. It’s not just the housemate issues, it’s living on a street where every wannabe stud in Melbourne has to test out their engine revving and doof music speakers every frigging weekend. I’ve always been scared of the burbs and all that silence but right now I think I could handle it.
Financially I think we could do it, if we get bond assistance and some friends to help with the moving. I wouldn’t have to pay to have my stuff in storage. I’d not have to put with the insane tantrums of my current landlords. I’d not have to dodge housemates when I don’t feel like talking to them. I would have to pay electricity and gas bills and all those kind of things though.