I am vacating my much loved shack in Richmond, next door to a quiet train station 5 minutes from the middle of the city, with Vic St and Bridge Rd within walking distance, to live in a triplex two towns over. I shouldn't talk down about it, its a great place to squat while I prepare for 3-6 months travelling the world (starting June 8).
I have been running a shuttle service between Richmond and Oakleigh or Murrumbeena or whatever the suburb is called (Chadstone?) and I'm an expert at the Monash's random speed limits (not as bad as the Maroondah Hwy) and one more than one occasion I've driven along random backstreets in the direction I thought to be home, which was for the most part, successful, and along the way i got to see some of the more weird and wonderful parts of Melbourne.
There is this intersection on Glenferrie Road that involves 2 trains, 2 trams, 4 car lanes and 2 bike lanes. Its amazing more people don't get hurt. Someone is always running into mass transit in this state, its almost epidemic! Shane Warne did it a couple of weeks ago.
A really nice chick came with a spunky guy to pick up some shelves i sold her via ebay and it didn't fit in her car. The situation played out in a comical way as we all pretended that with a bit of push and shove and nudge and tweak that we would get it in. The spunky guy was useless and i was equally unhelpful, only really stating the obvious and occasionally scratching my chin like i gave a shit. So the chick resorted to calling her father. This achieved nothing, but bought me some time to come up with the helpful suggestion that they go on a mission to buy hockey straps. First attempt at the servo was unsuccessful - second attempt at Coles was successful. The spunky guy knew what to do with the straps so they were on their way in no time.
Still, their car looked like something from the third world - That photo of that eastern bloc guy driving his Skoda with the horse squeezsed in the back seat - they know how that man felt.
After this debacle, I drove Tania home with an absolute truck load of stuff shoved in to the boot and back seat of The Silver Bullet in a fashion that can only be described as "illegal", on top of this I managed to fit in two really bulky plaster casts (for use in Tania's personal endeavors) in by sliding them on top of everything else, including surface that made the heavy casts the perfect projectiles. I didn't realize the casts were so bulky and heavy and she didn't say anything when she saw my car bursting at the seams, but i wasn't going to back down from the challenge.
Those bastards slid in on top of the clothes drying rack, which was on top of several layers of boxes and random stuff that fit in (like a toaster that was poking the back of my seat). It may have been a bit silly and it probably was... i was packing shit the whole way... literally... stuff was falling into the front (thankfully not the plaster casts) and it was pretty funny in the end. I unpacked that car that night in the way of a manic obsessive - i never ever want to drive a car that feels like i am providing a taxi driver service for a horse.
Other trips to the suburbs have involved screaming at an old person and i ALLEGEDLY had a little fender bender in a narrow street during a three point turn, if you can find the evidence.
So all in all it has been an incredibly frustrating and fulfilling few weeks, I can't wait to actually move, then run some interstate errands, then go out with my nearest & dearest and get trashed and celebrate the good times.
Good bye Richmond! xo
I also had an MRI today, it was weird. I fell asleep which is really strange because it is constantly making weird and wonderful noises not unlike a jack hammer or some hard trance. At some points the magnets really did sound like the beat of some of the more shit subgenres of trance which at least to me, was strangely comforting.
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