Hell yeah, but not in the way it sounds. It’s not that I lack imagination or creativity, I’d argue that it’s more to do with how I’ve allowed myself to fall into unproductive routines and thought patterns. Whoops…

A shift has occurred and I’m not too prideful to say that I haven’t adapted to it in the best way. In the past, let’s say six to eight months, I have moved homes twice. I’m twenty four and living with my parents, as the city of Sydney is a notoriously difficult market to get into when it comes to housing. Side-note, that’s not because there is a lack of housing supply, or demand is too high. No, what it is is that there are tens of thousands of empty houses and apartments which are owned by large investor groups who buy up swathes of property. That in turn creates the idea of false scarcity, and then prices go up, and then those investors sell for a ridiculous capital gain, which was entirely safe to begin with, because the government in Australia essentially insures the property industry against losses. Well, safe if you’re a large property group, unlucky for individual people.

So, we had been living at my childhood home in Carlingford for twenty four years, the house served its purpose but it got to the point where it was so run down as a structure that it became too hard to maintain (It was built in the fifties). My mum had been trying to sell for years, but the house was just never ready. In the end, my mum pulled off a miracle and single handedly got the house ready to sell; and she did it, it set a record for the highest price in our suburb at the time. Yay…

Problem was, where were we to live? Yeah we sold our old place, but we hadn’t secured a new residence. Through my mother’s vehement determination she managed to secure a majestic 5 bedroom rental property in Northmead. I’ll say this, I’ve never felt so upper middle class than in that house, at least at this point in my life. It was as if I would finally get to meet those “Joneses” that everyone talks about; hopefully I’ll learn to keep up with them, whatever that means.

Nah but seriously, that place was mad. I had a much larger room that could fit a half metre camping table for a study desk as well as my bed, what a luxury. But the best thing was that I settled into a wonderful writing routine, very productive, very good.

Shock!!! Guess what? Well if you were paying attention at the start you’d know what’s next.

We moved again.

Now I’m not blaming anyone here, but ever since I have been trying to find my way back to that production powerhouse that was my time at the rental. I know deep down it is my own failure to stick to my own principles, jeez not those things again. But I know that being aware of this is the first step of ameliorating the situation.

Oh the new place is really good too. My parents bought this really nice place out in Kellyville, I think it’s going to be the home they stick with for quite some time. My bedroom is even bigger than before, I can fit a metre long camping table as my study desk now. Wins on wins.

So in the end, really it’s my own fault but I’m on the way up so what’s there to be down about? Nothing really.

Oh and you’re probably wondering how I know about the empty apartments and houses in Sydney. Well they are reports out there that show that there are tens of thousands of properties with less than 50L of water usage a week. 50L is nothing, especially over a week, so in reality no one is living there, not even renters.

Bonsoir (Yeah I know saying that is relational to your time, look… just deal with it aight )