I thought it would be a cool idea to chronicle all the places I have lived in my 8 years in Sydney. So here they are:

Station street, Newtown:
I shared a room with an Italian guy Nicola Mapelli in Newtown and lived there for about 3 months while the renter of the room was away. Had some sick gatherings in the house which had a patio and outdoor party area, and even a weird fat little dog that used to sleep on my face.

Elim place, Broadway:
After living in Newtown we put off finding a new place literally until the last minute so we found a place on Gumtree. It was a shithole sharehouse in Broadway right next to The Landsdowne hotel with paper thin walls and a neigboring housemate who liked to pray at all times and demanded silence.

Rooftop tent, broadway
After eventually being kicked out of my room in Elim place, I had nowhere to go and no money or a job (and was reluctant to ask for help). I found my way onto the rooftop of a hostel (circular building on Broadway next to The Landsdowne hotel) and decided to camp there in a tent for a little while. I ended up liking it there and decided to stay for a month. I put a lock on the gate up to the roof and hid my tent under a tarpaulin, and even managed to land a job by going to the apple store each day and using their computers, and buying a suit from vinnies.

Glebe village backpackers, Glebe point road
I decided to move into a hostel in Glebe point road for a few weeks, in order to be a bit more comfortable. I lived with 6 other people in a room and got to meet some cool travellers, and the hostel’s cat.

Above the Colombian, Oxford Street
My Italian friend Nicola said that he had found a place to rent in a room above a gay bar, The Colombian on Oxford street. He said I could stay on his couch for a few nights and I ended up making a bed under his stairs and a room by sticky taping a sheet to the roof for a door. We lived with a Spanish DJ called Zeus, 2 brothers from holland who liked to get high and a few other foreigners.

Storage room, Jono and Paris’ house
Eventually the landlord of the apartment came around and kicked out all the squatters who were staying in the room, especially me who she was most angry at for turning the under stair area into a room. My friend Paris asked if I wanted to stay at his house as he had room and I gladly accepted. I lived in the front storage room/sun room and made myself a nice little room. Eventually Sam another room mate moved out and a room became available.
My room, Roseville
And now here I am, with my own room in a house which I pay rent for, and all is well!