Head one way for Swan Street bars, loud pubs and decisions that felt excellent at the time.
Cross the Yarra and suddenly you're ordering sparkling water, saying "darling" and pretending you've always understood dress codes.
Burnley Station is about 100 metres away, so the morning commute is offensively convenient.
The Rising Sun is a six minute walk there and, after several pints and a complete loss of direction, roughly a 36 minute stumble home.
Jethro is around the corner for a strong oat cappuccino and the quiet reconstruction of your dignity.
Inside, the floor plan behaves properly.
Kitchen, living and dining at one end. Bedrooms and bathroom tucked away at the other. No one cooking pasta beside a bedhead. Excellent progress.
The kitchen and living area both face north, so there's plenty of natural light, and the whole place is renovated, move in ready and asking absolutely nothing of you.
Two bedrooms. Undercover car space. One of just 18.
Basically, Richmond energy with Toorak available whenever you feel like lying about who you are.
DM me for the details before someone from the Rising Sun realises they can walk home.
