Early in 2000 I started looking for places to move out of home into. Primarily I was sick of the commute (an hour driving each way), and I wanted to be closer to my friends in Kogarah, and CIA in the city. So I was looking for one bedroom places around Marrickville and suburbs around. I'm pretty sure I looked at a few places, although I only have memories of one of them (possibly in Belmore??), which was ok, but not great. Then I saw this place in Marrickville. I had a look around, then walked out. But I hesitated. There wasn't anything too glaringly wrong with it, so I indicated to the Real Estate agent I was going to have another look. So I did. And thought it could work. And it was only (!) $135/week. It was at the back of a big old building that had been split into four flats. It had a living area with kitchen, then a bedroom, then a bathroom behind that. I decided I'd see if I could get it.
This would have been on the Saturday. Two days later, on the Monday night, I have photos of the flat with Mum in it. Presumably I must have asked the Real Estate agent if I could go back with my Mum for another look.
So yeah, twenty years ago tonight I took these...
More of this story to come.. ;)
In other news.. it was six years ago that Dad went and carked it...
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