The Melbourne-Reloaded.

It has been decreed today that I am to stay in Melbourne for another six months.

This was not my preference, but it could have been worse. My arse could have been sent to Sydney.

So far I've been immune to Melbourne's charms. I could have had the absolute monolith of fucking excellence around the corner from my house and I wouldn't have given a shit because it isn't my home. If I'm to stay sane there for another six months, this attitude clearly has to change.

I've been living in the place for 5 months and last weekend was the first time I took a good walk around my neighbourhood- in the opposite direction of the eateries and caffiene emporiums. It's quite an acceptable place.

I'd still like to move into a house with a backyard and am looking a places further from the city and closer to work where I can afford such things. Living in a flat, particularly with another person gets irritating.

And it's a flat, not a fucking apartment. Do we think we're super new school and hip just because we call it what Americans and property developers call it. It's a fucking flat.

I'm looking to move to Newport, Williamstown or Point Cook, all places sufficiently distant from the city and close to the water. Of these three Point Cook seems like a pleasant locality. As I have no allergy to the suburbs, nor any white guilt to speak of the move should present little by the way of obstacles.