Saturday morning.
The light shows up like it's got a key.
Golden. Confident. Everywhere.
Across the brand-new kitchen, spotlighting the coffee setup he swears is "just a hobby."
He's in deep. Milk jug ready. Brow furrowed. Concentration high.
The dog's positioned perfectly for fallout.
She's sipping the good mug, the one he's not allowed to touch, pretending not to see that his "heart" looks like a map of Australia.
He's getting better though.
He says that every week.
Downstairs hums with quiet confidence.
Kitchen, dining, living; open, balanced, light in all the right places.
White cabinetry, timber underfoot, and storage for everything you don't want to talk about, like the reusable bag mountain you swear you'll remember next time.
It's calm, functional, and just smug enough about how clean it looks.
The kind of kitchen that says "let's cook something amazing",
then politely doesn't judge when you plate up pasta from a jar and call it rustic.
Through the glass, the courtyard glows.
Private, sunny, just the right size for two chairs, one dog, and a slow start that becomes a long afternoon.
He's topping up coffees.
She's pretending to read.
Neither mentions the laundry.
The dog's flat out in the sun, spiritually aligned with his best self.
Upstairs, the pace softens.
Two bright bedrooms, soft carpet, mirrored wardrobes that double the light and the sense of competence.
The kind of setup that makes you consider folding your clothes properly.
The bathroom's generous, bright, and blessed with a proper bath, the stretch-out, glass-of-wine, "don't even think about knocking" kind.
Tucked quietly in a small block of seven.
Private enough to ignore everyone, friendly enough to borrow a corkscrew.
Neighbours who wave from driveways, not balconies,
and know your dog's name before yours.
By late afternoon, the light shifts again.
Rathmines for one more coffee (his for "research.")
Burke Road for errands that somehow end in new linen and a candle you'll call aesthetic.
Camberwell Junction for dinner you'll pretend was spontaneous,
but you've both been discussing the menu like it's a group project.
Back home, it's golden again.
Music low.
The dog snoring.
His latte art still questionable.
Her smugness completely justified.
Finer Details
Owners Corporation Fees: To be advised
Council Rates: $1,200 per annum (approx.)
Water Rates: $791 per annum (approx.)
Rental Appraisal: $750-$800 per week (approx.)
Title: Strata
No. In Building: 1 of 7
Internal Size: 102sqm (approx.)
External Size: 16sqm (approx.)
Property Age: 1974
Owner Occupied vs Rented: 65/35
Deposit & Settlement: 10% Deposit, 30 - 60 Days Settlement
Nearby Amenities
Primary School Zone: Auburn Primary School
Secondary School Zone: Camberwell High School, Canterbury Girls Secondary College
Closest Supermarket: Woolworths & Coles Camberwell Junction (1km)
Closest Train Station: Camberwell Station (750m)
Closest Tram: No. 72 (350m)
Closest Park: Rathmines Road Reserve (700m)
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