someone sneaking 'round the corner
Four weeks ago we arrived home from Singapore to a pile of mail, including a package from threadless and a letter from the real estate agent, telling us we had to go back on a fixed lease and oh, by the way, did we happen to still have anything to do with UWA? A week after answering in the negative, we found ourselves served with a termination notice, which, as someone who spent several years being a poor UWA student, I totally understand and appreciate. It's a difficult market at the moment, and we live about twenty metres away from the Biol Library.

Rental prices being what they are, we decided to attempt to purchase a property. My mother is a real estate agent, and you can say what you like but she's my mum and she was awesome; agents take you more seriously when you already have an agent, and she vetted all the properties so that out of the dozen or so we visited, we only went to one that was a complete waste of time, and two and a half weeks later we made a very cheeky offer which this morning was accepted.

So here we are, and in five weeks time we'll be leaving Nedlands and that's weird but after six years (bar the few months in which I ran back to my parents) living within three hundred metres of Broadway Fair, I'm excited for the change (and the new Ikea that we can buy, and the picture hooks which I can pin into the wall).