(1) Day Two: Learning to Sharehouse

After arriving from a two day flight from NY to LA to Sydney and then finally to Melbourne I arrived at what Australians call a "Sharehouse". I am sharing a room with my sisters 18 year old brother in law (don't ask) and it's a crumbling old house with no heating. I am adjusting to the fact that it's August and my bones are freezing and with a wind chill, it's about 48 degrees Fahrenheit.



I am not complaining though. I met my new housemates and they are certainly interesting....C is 19 and one of those Israeli/Australian slick salesman types) I found him cleaning the house early this morning in his thermals (tight little leggings), Nick is a fan of death metal which usually is blasting in his room during calm evening hours - he works in IT, Lisa is a cute German girl who is studying bio-technology. After sharing a bottle of wine with her, I have all the 411 on her 'suess' (cute) boyfriend back home in Hockenheim.



Schneur is the man in question. He is supposedly the man of the house but has been in Sydney for the week so I have no met him yet.



Lisa and I did some food shopping yesterday so thank G-d I am still on a food schedule - don't worry Sosh!



Last night was an incredible first night. After the wine with Lisa, the boys came home and brought two interesting Aussies with them. We were so cold that we were practically immobile under blankets in the living room, staring longingly at the dead fireplace. Frank, oh Frank the big gym/manly man starting cutting wood and built a beautiful fire.


The boys went out to smoke a J (congratulate me I did NOT join!!!) and I started showing Lisa the yoga moves in front of the fireplace. It was such a nice evening of getting to know new people and a cozy fire makes everything (and everyone) so much warmer.

Today we had breakfast and then off to an interview. The owner of the company is a relaxed black Australian (have not seen to many of them btw) and hired me on the spot being that this was a mortgage brokerage company and of course I know that business.

Australia is so hard to describe. The women are so natural....minimal make up and I have not seen a nice pair of shoes yet (although I have not ventured into the heart of the city yet). We live a few tram stops from Chapel Street which is the Aussie version of Fifth Ave in Park Slope. The boutiques there are filled with Italian leather boots and shirts that cost more than rent.

Cafes litter every block and you will never guess what is on every single street! Yes, there is a SLURPEE ON EVERY BLOCK. There are more 7-11's here than McDonalds....it's crazy! I swear I have never been more excited when I saw this. I even bravely bought a slurpee with the wind chilling my bones.

Anyway, time to sign off, more later.......loving you and missing you....

MWAH.