St. Kilda
Our new home for a while..
14.12.2006
The next day, we decided we would head out to St. Kilda which is where we had decided we were going to try to get accommodation, and stash the car in the meantime. After spending a few hours in the Internet Café looking for accommodation, we looked at some notice boards and made a few phone calls. We got an Austrian guy named Frank who had a few different places in St. Kilda and had a couple of rooms he could show us.
He picked us up and brought us to two different places. One was an apartment, sharing the room with 3 other people. We didn’t much like the thought of that as it would be like living in a hostel still. The next place he showed us was a house with two bedrooms. There was already two Irish guys living in there called Jimmy and Joel. They had only moved in that day though. The other room held 3 people but it was only going to be us two in it in the meantime. There was an English girl that Frank had picked up and brought around to see the places with us so in fear that she might want to take it, we paid a deposit straight away and said we would move in the next day.
Jason had gotten himself an interview for the next day so I took the bags and went out to St. Kilda in the car by myself. When I got to the house there was nobody there so I just went in and very happily unpacked our rucksacks and hung up all of our clothes. It was great to be able to do that having been living out of a bag for so long. Later that day while talking to Jimmy & Joel, I had an interview arranged for a call centre job where they had interviews the next day. We both got hired through our first interview. Things were looking pretty good, we had jobs and accommodation in the space of a couple of days in Melbourne so we were chuffed.
The house was pretty cool. It was just four Irish guys living there and we were all getting on grand so everything was fine. There was another guy, Paul who was friends with Jimmy & Joel and he worked all week in a place called Sheperton so he was only home at the weekends. When he was home, he stayed in a small makeshift bedroom in the back of the house. He was only 20 and when we first met him, I guess I would have to describe him as mad. He was working hard on a building site all week and when he came home, all he wanted to do was drink. So he would go straight out and get a case of beer and come home and start on it. He always tried to force everyone to join in of course, which most of the time, wasn’t that hard.
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