home sweet (australian) home
We found an apartment! It’s a private renovated wing of a great old Victorian mansion in Brunswick- just a 15 minute tram ride to the CBD. It took a liter of bourbon and more cleaning supplies than anyone should ever inhale, but we didn’t sleep until it was spotless. Ory mopped the 15’ ceilings for crying out loud. We’re slowly furnishing it thanks to ikea and the great vintage shops near us- bridgette bought a 1960’s coffee table for $20 and carried it all the way up Lygon street (boy work). The Queen Victoria Market is right around the corner for Saturday grocery shopping (we bought 5 kilos of grapes for $3 and an entire tray of steaks for $15 just to name a few bargains we couldn’t say no to. Imagine sitting near us on that tram ride home).
In other news… JOBS. We have to pay this absurd rent somehow
Kels- the breadwinner of this family thus far- working at the aboriginal arts center framing thousands of dollars worth of authentic artwork from the outback and slinging coffee on the side at the cutest little Italian café.
Bridgette- lasted 2 shifts at Santinos Terrace with straight-off-the-boat, wildly inappropriate 50 year old Italian men. That was 2 shifts too long. Went door to door to nearly every architecture firm in this city (bloody Von Furstenberg flats to prove it) and scored an interview with a great firm in the CBD this week-so keep your fingers crossed!
Ory- waiting tables at an Italian restaurant… yeah you’re seeing the pattern here, we’re in the middle of melbournes little italy, also the epicenter of the Italian mob (no we’re not kidding…the good news is it’s the safest part of the city for that very reason). Good thing we love a good espresso and a great pasta dish…and Italian men.
Needless to say, we’re falling in love with city life!