Back above a shop, back where I belong. This time on Katoomba St, so the noise level compared to Parramatta Road was actually completely negligible. This house was dark, in a cool den-like way. We barely used the kitchen, except for bottle openers, smoked in the lounge room with the doors closed (as if that would help) and had mattresses for couches. I have always loved smoking out apartment windows and have now moved permanently into houses for my health.
At night, the sounds of heavy metal from the bakery opposite would filter through the windows. Sometimes we would hang out the front balcony or my far-braver housemates would climb on the awnings. Sometimes I would look out the kitchen window- if I ended up there accidentally- and think how much I loved this town. The water heater sat next to my bedroom and the bathroom opened out from there. I think it’s impossible to throw a good party unless you happen to be living in a shop residence.