Returning from a long adventure you dream of hanging up your backpack, taking a warm bath and rinsing the journey from you as you begin fresh and new. An adventure under your belt and a longing for a cozy home and drinks and laughs with your nearest and dearests. You wish to make a space home for a little while and snuggle in before you start dreaming of what's next to come and just enjoy the stagnant for awhile. BUT in order for this to fall into place the hunt must begin.. The job hunt, the home hunt, the perfect place and area and price and once that amazing spot is found - you must battle the other hunters for your dream abode. Then you must lose and now defeated you must hunt again, and again and possible again and again... forevermore. Melbourne has been voted the "Most livable city" for the fourth year in a row and live they must do. Our beloved quiet, walk to the city, not too hip to have everyone racing to be there but just the perfect mix of cool and old school suburb has been discovered. Prices have risen, demand has skyrocketed and the hunters are fierce. We could move suburbia-side, bask in the sunlight of actual backyards instead of concrete courtyards, dance through the abundant space that living a 30 minute tram ride instead of a 10 minute walk avails, shop til we drop to fill the actual clothing and storage cupboards that would replace the wire hanging racks and makeshift shelves...
We could ...
But we won't.
And the hunt prevails...
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