Well, the time has come to move on from my first apartment in the heart of Brunswick. I’ve enjoyed living there immensely – it’s an inspiring part of town. The street art, great coffee, multitude of ethnicities and the sheer volume of bikes to perve on. As much as I’ve enjoyed staying in Brunswick, I don’t quite feel I fit in there – perhaps not even on this side of the river entirely. I grew up mainly in the south/south-east part of Melbourne, on the other side of the river. The street art still quite prevalent, there’s still a metric fuck-tonne of coffee shops but the vibe is somehow different. The main thing I’ve missed is the greenery. I dig the urban feel, but there’s something about smelling cut grass and flowers every day that just makes life a little sweeter. And I miss that. Maybe I’m a bit of a hippy at heart.
So my partner, myself and our two little cats have put in our notice to vacate our Saxon St apartment. The packing is nearly done. We have secured a new pad. Perfect location in St Kilda – in the little triangle of love snuggled between Barkly St, Carlisle St and Acland St. St Kilda still has a grungy feel that Brunswick has. The difference is that I could (and will) just jump on my bike and within minutes be able to sink my feet into the sand or zone out in the Botanical Gardens. It’s just a very familiar part of Melbourne for me.
In other news, I snagged a little old bike from Gumtree for $50. It’s a gem. Nothing amazing, but it’s perfect for me. To ride it feels like a weird mix of BMX and vintage commuter. Plus, it has ape hangers. I fucking love ape hangers.