Fate found me a new home. After arriving back from New Zealand, I was staying up on the North Shore while looking for places in the general area. I wanted to find somewhere convenient [right on a train line], yet far enough out of the city where I could get more apartment for my money.
When Patrick was driving me up the Pacific Highway one day and through Killara, I said to him, “Wouldn’t it be nice to live in Killara? I just like the sound of it… I live in Killara. It’s got a nice ring, eh?”
There’s really not much going on in Killara, except for the Greengate Hotel where we happen to frequent trivia nights, but it just seemed like a nice, quiet place to live in. It’s only a 30 minute train to Central Station, and it would leave me closer to the people I know up around those parts.
Sure enough, the next week I received a phone call from a real estate agent about an apartment in Killara! I went to the inspection, loved the gigantoidness, applied and got it! It was really too easy, and now I am the proud renter of a two bedroom flat in Killara, right on the Pacific Highway.
I’ve been furnishing it on a budget (and decorating it, too – yes, that wall art was made with pipe cleaners!), and I have a flatmate moving in next week. The bedroom is gigantic, the balcony huge, and the living room massive – but, I would have to say that the love I have for this place most definitely revolves around a cute, little portable washing machine I bought on Ebay.
Check it out:
It’s the size of a garbage can (looks like one, too), super light, cheap and best of all – IT WASHES MY CLOTHES!
Sure, it’s not as fancy as most washing machines. You have to connect a hose to the tap to fill it with water, put the drain pipe down to empty it, and then fill it again with fresh water to rinse. But, I just don’t care because this little guy is too cool for words. I never thought I could be so excited over a home appliance, but *hehe* I am!