Cross<\/a>, which we\u2019ve now learned was probably the worst first impression of Sydney we could have had. Rookie mistake. Onto Surry Hills \u2013 the house where we suffered through the worst of summer, leaving the doors open 24\/7 and thus having to deal with Surry Hills wanderers nosying into the living room. One guy in particular liked to stick his thumbs in his ears, poke his tongue out and say \u201cnaa naa na naa naa\u201d, four-year-old stylee. And let\u2019s not forget the woman who walked her pet pig past the door every so often. Next up was Newtown, the hippy heart of the Inner West. Here we acquired two awesome cats, who regrettably came with REALLY AWESOME INDESTRUCTIBLE FLEAS. Newtown\u2019s great for vintage shopping, beer gardens, and dog spotting (there\u2019s a park which I used to sit in after work just so that I could get cuddles from strangers\u2019 dogs. It was like that beach scene in Marley and Me). But we quickly learned that you don\u2019t need to actually live in Newtown to enjoy these things. In fact, living there involved nightmareish commutes to work, fleas, being directly beneath the flight path (seriously Sydney, why is your airport so close to the damn city centre?!), scary drunk hippies, and taxis which could never find your home so would just leave you stranded in the suburban labyrinth at 5 am. We quite quickly decided that living there just wasn\u2019t worth the cheap rent we were enjoying and started looking elsewhere, apparently kissing goodbye to our $500 deposit which seems to have been sucked into one of those damn low-flying planes.<\/p>\nAnd so, back to trawling through gumtree classifieds. We viewed a place we loved with great people our age who seemed to enjoy beer and goldfish. We viewed a place which was okay but where we could barely hold a conversation with the existing housemates (although they seemed pretty set on holding intense eye contact. Weird.) We arranged to view a super swanky inner city terrace with a man whose name I don\u2019t remember and a sausage dog named Doug, before deciding that we didn\u2019t really want to live there and just wanted to live with Dougdog. Finally I stumbled across this advert which mentioned a sun room\/study, a fluffy cat, and wine. Sold. When do we move in?<\/p>\n
Our new house is perfect for us \u2013 cosy, central, and fully equipped with cat and exposed brick walls. We can\u2019t get a shower that lasts longer than 4 minutes thanks to an ancient heating system and our back garden is more of a corridor, but it was love at first sight. Our current housemate is a Latvian\/Australian\/definitelynotaKiwi who seriously lucked out in the chest department and is learning Spanish, which she practices by speaking to the cat. The cat, who answers to about 29 different names including Bubsy, Shwubsy, Schmookie, Cat, Sarah, and Bitch, is as fluffy as she is weird. She\u2019s slowly learning to open doors, although she does politely knock before she breaks into your bedroom. If you get up from your seat or leave clothing on the floor, she will make her bed on them. She enjoys clawing her way backwards and upside down up the stairs, which has to be seen to be believed. She has no fill level and is constantly hungry \u2013 not only will she sit and stare intently at you while you eat, but she will place her paws\/face on the edge of your plate, she\u2019ll adorably reach her paw up to your fork and steal whatever is on it while you\u2019re distracted by those big innocent eyes, and if you leave your mouth open, yep, she\u2019ll put her face inside and take whatever\u2019s in there too.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not really sure how to round this one off\u2026 so\u2026 see ya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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