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The Downside to Hipster Living

Some people know I’m preparing for a seachange; I’m ‘pulling up stumps,’ as they say, in the suburbs, and have already moved, in the interim, to a trendy townhouse in the inner city’s dress circle. What is it like, you might ask?

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Think Gourmet ice cream and Vegan eateries, Sushi Trains on many a corner, craft beer bars playing Indie music and a variety of those glamorous shops that sell ludicrously expensive white and taupe furnishings with cushions that are perfectly positioned for looks, rather than comfort. Yep – in a nutshell – that’s Hipsterville. Right at my doorstep.

Imagine little old suburban me, walking the shared bike way in my daggy joggers, being steamrollered by cyclists festooned in those all too revealing lycra bodysuits. [Yes it did happen- several times]. The little Schnauzer was even caught in the slipstream of these semi-pros, who seemingly insist on riding three abreast and stubbornly refuse to ring their bell when overtaking. Grrr.

Or you might visualize me wandering the lazy Sunday markets where the fare on offer includes Triple shot Machiatos, Green smoothies with Turmeric and Kale or a dose of Banh mi with your breakfast falafel.

No – don’t get me wrong. The food is good and I do like it here. I do. In fact, it is easy to love this hipster lifestyle.

But…

I do have a problem with an all too burgeoning waistline and the incessant noise. It took me well over a month to sleep past 4.20 am in the mornings, due to the parade of ‘tradies in Utes’, (tradesmen in utility vehicles) heading to work.

Seriously, who needs alarm clocks when you have the roar of light commercial engines outside your windows, Monday to Friday? These guys are up at the crack of dawn, speeding down the streets, reveling in being able to drive more recklessly due to the absence of other cars and non-existent bumper to bumper traffic at that earliest of hours.

Neither do I relish nearly being run over – twice in one week.

The narrow, horse and buggy style inner city streets, that no cat worth his salt would be found swinging in, are all very quaint if you are an early pioneer, but the restricted access makes crossing the street after 6am a bit of a death wish. And it is not that I don’t like that cozy European feel. I do, but this isn’t Europe, it’s Australia and it looks and feels like Australia. The land of empty spaces, unless you are in the inner city, of course.

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And don’t get me started on the lack of on street parking around here. (Thank goodness for extra visitors park when people come to visit).

Complaints to the council about the aforementioned hazardous intersection fall on deaf ears. Yet the authorities proudly flaunt “Traffic upgrade” leaflets, which were noticeably more prevalent in the run up to elections.

The mooted traffic upgrade did nothing to address the potentially deadly corner, but detailed adding another, to my mind, slightly extravagant, turning lane for cars, 400 metres away from the aforementioned deathly bottleneck. There is no common sense in Hipsterville, it would seem.

And by goodness, neither do I welcome the many bruises appearing on my body. In particular, on my shin when it connects with the bedpost. Our former suburban house had sprawling bedrooms (thanks to the MOTH’s randomized house design from his single days when he built the old house with his father). The Inner city digs are about half the dimensions, yet we have the same number of people living here.

To its credit, the pygmy like size of the Hipster house has its advantages. It’s a dream when it comes to cleaning. Every room is so small, it takes but a jiffy to clean, but of course there is a catch, isn’t there? Not immediately obvious, the downside to this small “castle” is that I kick my toe on the corner of the bed, vanity or chair on an almost daily basis.

Construction begins

Furthermore, my dressing table now doubles as a computer desk, because only one of these things will fit in the bedroom space. By contrast, the new house will have two study areas and embarrassingly, I was supposed to downsize! His and Hers study areas? Works for me. Woohoo!

The Schnauzer concurs with me. In the teency weency townhouse yard, she has no place to bury a bone and must jump into a raised garden, in order to dig up a prized potplant or effect her border patrol for illegal infiltrators, such as lizards or a random Scrub turkey. But she is a little depressed. She protests strongly each morning that we must walk out on the grassy footpath, as the astro turf just doesn’t cut it, when it comes to an appropriate place for Schnauzie wees and poos.

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Say What?

For the minute though, I’ll relish the short walk to the shopping centre and library. I’ll swing by the bakery for freshly baked sourdough and pop around the corner for a Pizza and Peroni with the MOTH, at happy hour, without the worry of who’s driving home or being over the allowed alcohol limit for driving a car.

Running out of bread or forgetting the eggs is now batted away by me, as a minor inconvenience. Despite its shortcomings, the inner city hipster life does have its heady attractions.

Next stop – this awaits

Excuse me whilst I go sip some Chai or perhaps it’ll be a triple shot Mocha. Heavens, I might even take up cycling! It is all Something to Ponder About.

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41 thoughts on “The Downside to Hipster Living”

    1. Welcome to something to ponder about, Maggie! It is great to have you here. I have a regular photography challenge I co host with a blogger from Finland if you are interested in participating too.

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      1. Awesome. It is Snow’s turn from the blog. TheSnowMeltsSomewhere, this week. 🙂 Next week, you will find the prompt here. Looking forward to seeing your interpretation of the various prompts.

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      1. Haha! Lol. You are indeed fortunate to have room to spread out. I wonder whether you have planned to stay there or move closer in as you age. ( ie to medical facilities or family etc)?

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      2. Believe it or not we are a 30 minute drive from a major city. For me this is our perfectly located little piece of paradise. At this point in life I cannot imagine not having it, but I am not naive enough to realize that age changes perspective and if we have to answer those questions I suppose one can not limit the possible answers.

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  1. Ahh, sounds strenuous and loud, hustling and bustling, not unlike Rome. Some things have become hipster for some strange reason, such as kale – which was comfort food for me when grandma made it cooked and mashed with potatoes – and čaj which is the regular Slovenian word for tea. I hope that it doesn’t last long and that all your pack members get used to it.

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    1. I will enjoy the positive benefits while they last, Manja. And there are many. A lot of my post was merely tongue in cheek. The noise is slightly annoying but not unbearable. Set the end of the year our new house will be finished.

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  2. Now, LOOK ! – I can’t work out you and your peregrinations !
    I always believed you live in Brisbane.
    This time ’round I thought I detected a mention of your having moved to Melbourne …?
    Which COULD fit with this post … but The Move ? That image of water view ?
    Amanda, please tell me at least which State you’re in !
    🙂

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  3. Suburbia does have its advantages, but eventually we’re going to move somewhere quieter and more spacious (outdoor space around us) too. I love having everything just around the corner, but at this point I can live without the hustle and bustle. I really could use one of those triple-shot mochas right now! 😉

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    1. Haha! I intend to take advantage of the proximity of facilities whilst I can. It is not that I am moving to a remote place, it is more that we would need to get in the car and drive until the new facilities are opened.

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      1. Right, we have almost everything we need within a 4 to 5 mile circle from us. Many US cities aren’t laid out for pedestrians. Almost every chore needs a car trip where I am now. Even public transportation is very inconvenient. The US is really a car based society! Unlike much of Europe.

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  4. We lived both sides of the coin. After arrival back from Finland and newly married, we spent one night in silent suburbia. Helvi did not like it, and she comes from a Finnish Farm! It felt terribly lonely with people behind the venetians.We moved to inner city King’s Cross next day and loved it. ( I did have a small apartment there already) After two years and two babies we moved to inner city Balmain and loved that too.
    After our kids became adults we sold up and bought a 120 acre farm with a giant house and convict build timber slab cottage. We loved that too but after 14 years and when retirement beckoned, we went to our present town-house in Bowral which is a small country town but with enough life, with cafes, 4 cinemas, library and plenty of walking around, which we love as well. There is nothing like living close to shops, cafes and…hospital.

    I doubt we will move again.

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  5. Your place sounds like it’d be an ideal place to own literally as a ‘town house’, along with the place you’re building. A place by the peaceful water for most of the time, and a place in the midst of the hustle and bustle for the times you either need to, or just want to be closer to the amenities offered by inner city living. A powerball could do it – for you and me both please Amanda.

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    1. That would be a surprise and a delight. The best of both worlds indeed. That was actually our original plan to have two small places – on in the inner city and one up the coast. But unfortunately, prices rose exponentially and we couldn’t find anything that fitted our requirements, so the coastal house, half between Brissy and the Sunny coast was the compromise. We still had two kids with us as well, which prevented us getting two small flats. Nevertheless, I am happy with our compromise as living in this townhouse has made me realize small room are a bit difficult for me at the moment. I kind of failed at downsizing! Haha! Would you stay in your current location and buy a property by the water if you won the lotto, Chris?

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      1. We live about 300 metres from the beach now, about 250kms south of Perth. I love the area we live in, but our house is very small and has been a challenge to furnish, with a few costly mistakes along the way. Plus our house borders a busy highway on one side, so I can relate to the traffic being an early morning wake up call. We have a big bank of trees between our house and the highway, which we’d thought would do a better job as a noise buffer. We’ve been here nearly three years now, and I’m still adjusting to the noise….. If a windfall came our way I think we’d probably move about 200 metres from where we are, to actually overlook the beach, and further awayfrom the highway – and a house big enough for a few more pot plants. If the win was big enough we’d also get a small pet friendly apartment in Perth.

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      2. Finding Pet friendly places was also an issue for us too, Chris. Body corporates and their dramas as well. But overlooking the beach sounds fantastic. Cross my fingers your numbers and the Moth’s come up. (I don’t play lotto)

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      3. Yes, – I’m with you, absolutely no to anything with a body corporate. Tried it once, and lasted less than a year. I’m to old to be told what I can and can’t do, and having to ask permission to do something as ordinary as putting a tv antenna on the roof….. it wasn’t for me that’s for sure.

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      4. Oh my goodness. A TV antenna. You really were a radical living on the edge! What could you and millions of others around the world be thinking wanting an aerial on your roof!! I can understand that your fingers are now burnt, in terms of body corporates…. hope those numbers come in soon.

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      5. I’m not in a body corporate now. Once bitten, twice shy. We live in a private house, no strata fees and no governing rules except one. That is you have to be over 50 to live here, and that suits us well. It means we’re unlikely to get any teenagers practicing their goals in a basketball hoop at 6am. We only have a small 456 sq metre block, but we’ve managed to squeeze quite a lot of garden into it. I still wouldn’t say no to those numbers though….

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      6. Our block is small too but less garden than yours, perhaps at 333 sq. M. There is something to be said for over 50’s developments, except the ones that do not allow kids or pets. I am not keen on those.

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      7. We’re happy with the age restriction, but only because there’s no other restrictions at all. Apart from the age restrictions, it’s the same as any other green titled home.

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    1. Yes it would confirm that you have none of the townie ‘s problems, Bushboy, but I wonder does or did it ever concern you that you are well away from any services such as medical or specialist etc?

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      1. Not at all. You have to be good at planning and making sure that the trips to town are only once or twice a week. Even if I was in town many medical specialists are in other towns or the city anyway so travel is always happening.

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