Outer Inner West

He Says: East Coast Low and the Rotten Tree

On June 4, 2016

In Blogs, He Says..., Life In Auburn, Nature

Last day there, first thing broken in seven years.

It was a dark and stormy night, except it wasn’t dark, it was around 3pm, and it still wasn’t that stormy….. the dreaded East Coast Low Sydney Storm still had not hit.

We still haven’t really caught our breath yet from the move. We have boxes everywhere, but at least have made our bedroom livable, and the living room ~~bedable~~ comfortable. While Amos was over at her old place finishing up a few things (and her father was breaking things), I thought I would take the opportunity to do the washing up from the last few days that had piled up while we had more important things to do.

He Says: Auburn and the black jelly bean

By Wookie

On May 15, 2016

In Blogs, He Says...

Back at the turn of the century (yes, we can now say that in conversation without it meaning ye olde times) I used to frequent a proto-hipster bar in my home town that used to serve jelly beans on the bar rather than peanuts. If we didn’t get there early enough, all the “good” jelly beans would be gone, and there would be nothing left bar the black ones. Where most people would be discouraged, one friend was in heaven. She loved the black jelly beans, and when they were all that was left, she was the happiest person in the room.

When it comes to Sydney property, Auburn is one of the black jelly beans.

He Says: Auburn. How did I get here?

By Wookie

On April 28, 2016

In Blogs, He Says...

That’s the question, isn’t it? How did I get here? How did I end up being a 38-year-old first home buyer in Auburn, Sydney?

I could blame it all on economics and the Sydney property bubble, but I won’t. It’s all my fault. I made some bad decisions (an aside: I’m not upset about buying in Auburn. Just how late I have done this. Auburn has a bad reputation but seriously, have you been there? The suburb is packed with great features and amenities, if you are in the “right part”, which is most of the suburb south of the rail line).

A long time ago, I made plans with someone. The long-term plan was to live happily ever after. The short-term plan was to move to Western Sydney for 18 months, move back to our hometown of Newcastle, both of us be working, buy a house and start a family. Before we moved, we borrowed some money, went on a charity trip to South East Asia, and started looking to the future. What could go wrong? Because we had a plan! A plan for a great future!

A future that never came.