We're on the hunt for a new house. Our lease doesn't expire for a few months yet, but I'm itching to get my hands on something we can call 'ours'. I've managed to suppress my urge to paint and hang and just generally fiddle for the best part of seven months and am about to burst. I want to put decals on Puddleduck's walls without seeking permission, I want to experiment with paint colours and I want to a space that works for the way we live.
Needless to say house hunting in Sydney can be a depressing business. There are plenty of amazing properties, but you can bet that anything stylish and gorgeous and in a good location will be priced accordingly. And the dump next door will cost almost as much.
Actually, there's every chance the dump will cost more.
Just to make it especially challenging, we're really only interested in a very small area of Sydney. An area it seems every other house hunter in Sydney is also interested in. Sigh.
We're learning the key is not to fall in love ... at least not until you've signed on the dotted line!
