Ikwym about the whole “dead suburb” thing. After living in places like Brunswick, and St Kilda many years ago, I unreservedly hate where I live now. Just houses, houses, houses being demolished and replaced with grey shitty dog box units, the odd shitty overpriced cafe. Boring as fuck and lifeless. If you live in the outer outer suburbs, out west or north I especially sympathize. Lucky to have a shitty overpriced mini mart in some of those places.
That’s where I am. Is it too much to have an actual bakery and a deli in walking distance. The only thing that makes it bearable is I ride my bike to most places instead of driving
I’ve never been rich enough to live inner city. Grew up in outer suburbs and now live in a middle suburb. Yeah it’s rubbish ammenities compared to all that you get in inner city. But also I don’t have financial stress, I have space for a garden, and can still go to the city when I need to. It’s a compromise I’m ok with.
That’s the sad part, I’ve never been rich either. When I was a student, just over 30 years ago, my then boyfriend and I rented a flat 1 minutes walk from St Kilda beach for $75 a week. You could get a bowl of chilli or fill it yourself falafel in Acland St for $4. We bought a 2 bedroom flat in another part of St Kilda for $87,000. Our relationship went arse up and we sold it within a few short years for not much more than we paid for it. Then I moved to Brunswick, where you could rent a 4 bedroom house for $85 per week. Some houses were shitty, some had the odd unusable room complete with hole in the roof. Some had old stables out the back. But at that price who cared. We drank wine and partied every night. Young people now will never have the experience of living in vibrant areas on the cheap the way I did, and it makes me sad. But you’ve gotta take the wins where you can, like you have, with your garden and financial security, and I’m actually quite a nostalgic and ungrateful bastard lol.
Ikwym about the whole “dead suburb” thing. After living in places like Brunswick, and St Kilda many years ago, I unreservedly hate where I live now. Just houses, houses, houses being demolished and replaced with grey shitty dog box units, the odd shitty overpriced cafe. Boring as fuck and lifeless. If you live in the outer outer suburbs, out west or north I especially sympathize. Lucky to have a shitty overpriced mini mart in some of those places.
That’s where I am. Is it too much to have an actual bakery and a deli in walking distance. The only thing that makes it bearable is I ride my bike to most places instead of driving
Exactly. Lifeless. I’m getting on in years and want to be where there’s life.
Hopefully soon I’ll be moving.
I’ve never been rich enough to live inner city. Grew up in outer suburbs and now live in a middle suburb. Yeah it’s rubbish ammenities compared to all that you get in inner city. But also I don’t have financial stress, I have space for a garden, and can still go to the city when I need to. It’s a compromise I’m ok with.
That’s the sad part, I’ve never been rich either. When I was a student, just over 30 years ago, my then boyfriend and I rented a flat 1 minutes walk from St Kilda beach for $75 a week. You could get a bowl of chilli or fill it yourself falafel in Acland St for $4. We bought a 2 bedroom flat in another part of St Kilda for $87,000. Our relationship went arse up and we sold it within a few short years for not much more than we paid for it. Then I moved to Brunswick, where you could rent a 4 bedroom house for $85 per week. Some houses were shitty, some had the odd unusable room complete with hole in the roof. Some had old stables out the back. But at that price who cared. We drank wine and partied every night. Young people now will never have the experience of living in vibrant areas on the cheap the way I did, and it makes me sad. But you’ve gotta take the wins where you can, like you have, with your garden and financial security, and I’m actually quite a nostalgic and ungrateful bastard lol.