"And this is where you can throw your dinghy in". Thats what the real estate woman said to me as we stood on the street looking at a house. The she turned and briskly walked down the street with me trotting at her heels.
I've never seen myself as a dinghy thowing type of girl but maybe all those Billy Blanks dvd's are finally starting to pay off.
We arrived at a small creek where apparently I could not only dinghy throw, I could also watch fit men train for dragon boat racing in the nude. I didn't ask why.
I don't always understand our obsession to spend ridiculous amounts of money to have a water view.And I'm not talking ocean views here, just a narrow creek. And even though there could be naked men there I don't know if thats worth over half a million dollars. Especially when the house we were looking at had a lounge room window that you could reach out of and touch your neighbours hand if they were doing the same. And I'm not talking a stretch – you could still have your elbows bent.
This house buying is very tiring. It's a bit like that Paul Kelly song "Every Fucking City Looks the Same". I just can't get excited about looking at another new white bathroom.
There's one house that we really like – we've been back twice. It has the right feel. Pity it's in the ghetto. But hey, we get a balcony with a view of the ghetto. And anyway, in the brochure they describe it as 'urban views'.