It now takes more than nine times the average salary to buy a house in Sydney. Just a single generation ago it took three.
I don’t know about you, but as a “young person” currently living in Sydney, I find that statistic depressing. It’s becoming increasingly close to impossible for people my age to find somewhere decent to live in this city. Most of our friends in similar situations (twentysomethings, often still studying or recently finished and in their first jobs, many of whom are married or living with a partner) have taken one of the following all-too-familiar paths to living in Sydney suburbs: Continue reading
Look at this. A bag of mystery. What’s inside it?
Apparently, women posting about the contents of their handbag (or “purse”)(it’s not a purse, it’s a handbag) on the internet is a thing. And I’m okay with that, as trivial as it seems. I lug this thing around with me everywhere, every day, and it’s full of everything from essential items to utter crap. There’s a small part of me that is curious to know what other women are lugging around with them.
So to kick start a new year of bloggistry, I figured why not pick something completely pointless to talk about, yet one that’s strangely voyeuristic? Something other equally curious types might find interesting? Continue reading