Carillon Avenue, Camperdown

I visited my nephew at his apartment in Newtown this afternoon. I wanted to get an idea of the apartment specs as I'm buying (or hoping to buy) an apartment that's only marginally bigger than his is - on the inside; Charlie's unit has a balcony, mine doesn't. At this stage I still don't know if I've landed the unit as my loan application is pending approval. It's not the deposit amount, or my income, that's posing the problem; it's the size of the unit they're concerned about. Technically my unit is above specifications to safely procure a loan for the amount that I require. Nevertheless, the ball is in the court of head office in Melbourne. There's not much I can do but wait until they make their decision, and hopefully soon. I can't really see what the problem is though. Being so close to UNSW, parklands, a major shopping centre down the road, Maroubra Beach, the unit is an investor's dream. Funnily, it seems the bank would be that more comfortable in lending me 100K extra for a bigger apartment - even though this poses much greater risk for them - than to lend me a reasonable amount to buy a small apartment. Nevertheless, a chill runs up my spine when I realise that I could buy a grand house in a country town for the money I'm coughing up for a small one-bedroom unit. It feels right to me, though, so I will buy if the bank accepts my application and hands me over the dough. I can always rent it out and go live in the hinterlands of NSW north coast anyway.

Terraces in Camperdown

Later I took off for a walk around Newtown and Camperdown. I got lost - twice! I ended up on Parramatta Road the first time after wandering around having lost my sense of direction, enjoying the brisk autumnal air of the late afternoon. Later I decided to walk through Sydney Uni via the Parramatta Road entrance and found myself getting lost inside the RPA hospital to find my way back onto Missenden Road. I walked around King Street and meandered in and out of bookshops, and helped myself to a vegetarian buddhist cafe meal.

Sunday afternoon of a long Easter weekend. Hazy-headed, impervious to direction, yet basking in the sweet suppleness of gentle amber sundown where streets turn and spin in all sorts of refracted directions. I haven't been sleeping well. Apart from a cold I've taken on for the long-weekend, I find myself being kept awake at night obsessing on how to arrange my wee apartment. I'm spending too much time on the net looking at budget and 2nd hand furniture shops for storage and shelving solutions. It's silly, really. All I need to do is wait until I move in - if I move in - and take it from there. One thing's for certain and that is that a lot of physical and mental gymnastics will be involved to fit everything that I want to fit into that unit and have it all looking effortless and reasonably spacious.

Sydney Uni, or RPA?

I was in Bondi Junction yesterday morning. The shopping precinct was teeming with people. I went into the newsagent to purchase Mojo magazine. Syd Barrett is the current issue's cover story and included with the magazine is a CD of multiple artists covering every song off Syd's disturbing 1970 solo release, 'The Madcap laughs', of which I love. I decided not to wait in line because too many people were lining up in the lotteries queue. I walked over to the other newsagent. Same thing. Long, long, lotteries queue, with the line of people wearing that exact same expression they always do when standing in a lottery queue, the kind of nose-askew look like someone farted. Maybe they did. But it wasn't me, this time.

It's kind of tough out there and unless you're reasonably wealthy it's hard, no matter how you look at it. That's when you delve into your being to coax out all your spiritual tools, just like you would a steady spray of Exit Mould, to help deal with being in this rather tough existence. Looking back at my ancestors of this land (by 'my' I'm being universal rather than personal) I can't help but feel that urge, or wish, to live off the land again.

I just want to go walkabout.

Parramatta Road


veleska1970 said…
good luck with that loan from the bank. hopefully they will make a decision soon, and it will be in your favor. sounds like it would be ideal for you to live there.

sounds like you had fun getting lost. i remember the first time i walked around the french quarter by myself. just like you, i was kinda lost, and just spend the time wandering around the shops and cafes. it was nice. :)

sorry you haven't been sleeping well, and hopefully you'll be over that cold soon. do you usually get colds at the changing of the seasons?

"Maybe they did. But it wasn't me, this time." that's cute and very funny!! :)

have a good easter, ross. well, by the time you see this it will be over, but i hope you had a good one. hugz
redgrevillea said…
Thank you, Veleska!! As it is I did procure the loan, and with that, some five minutes before the official loan offer, I was offered my job permanently after a morning interview, big day!!!! :)

I hope your new job is going well, it sounds like it's going smoothly and your enjoying it, which is great!

Kinds, Ross

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