I know a lot of people who have spent many long weeks house hunting. They pick the general area they want, consider things like nearby shops, a uni or schools, how close it is to the beach, whether it's a good investment. They ruthlessly stalk through their chosen suburbs, camera and notebook in hand, taking pictures and writing down numbers, hunting for the perfect house. This is not how it is with me. I am not destined to be the hunter; I am the hunted. Today I meandered down along the coast to Freo with a couple of books and a vague sense of wanting some coffee. I swung a left on Burke St and innocently glanced out of my window, and WHAM! A house got me! It had a little verandah that was patterned with sunlight through the shelter of a small tree. Its windows were like the cute little smiling eyes of Japanese anime girls and cheekily, it showed me a glimpse of its backyard. Adorable. I'm in love. Sighing at the thought of how many years it will yet be before I can aff...
The trail from here - all the little things that make living at home as much of an adventure as flinging oneself to far off corners of the world.