I have been living in my house for just over six months now. In that time I have come to the conclusion that the place I live is perfect. Not just in terms of location and space but the dynamics between the four of us housemates works brilliantly. Although 50% of the household work in hospitality and are rarely home when they are we are happy to share a beer or a cigarette whilst watching the Melbourne Star light up over Docklands.
Last week the dynamic of our house was thrown up in the air when one of the housemates was given a transfer for their work back to Canberra. I was devastated when I was told this news as this particular housemate was the one I spent most of my time at home with and he would always fascinate me with facts I never knew about not only Australia but life in general. Although we were completely different people (he is literally a rocket scientist), this house mate was one of the best I have had the pleasure to live with.
Last night we had to go through the terrible task of interviewing potential new housemates. I had only put the ad online two days ago and had to take it down today due to the huge number of responses and phone calls I had to deal with. All up we spoke to six people they are as follows:
A guy in his late twenties who had moved back to the city after a stint in Mornington Peninsula and a year and a half in South America. He immediately gave off a vibe that he was relaxed around us and took a seat on the couch unlike any of the other candidates. He wore a bright cardigan which I asked to borrow if he were to move in.
Our first girl of the night. She was a lawyer who worked with her mother in the city. She seems like she had been on the hunt for a place to live for a while due to the spiel she rattled off about her life. I was surprised when she asked if she could stay for a cigarette given the fact her profile mentioned she was a non-smoker.
Originally from Argentina, this male candidate had fallen in love with the Australian Lifestyle and had enrolled in a course in order to extend his stay on a student visa. He was very friendly and confident and offered us Spanish lessons. He was wearing a t-shirt branded with a map of New Zealand, so I wasn’t sure whether that was such a positive thing.
Our first Kiwi candidate of the evening. He had moved over six months ago from Dunedin and was still living in a hostel which must have been an uncomfortable base. He had found a job in a restaurant and was now looking for somewhere to live (obvs). He seemed like he would be very easy to get along with, I’m just not sure whether there is space for two New Zealanders in our household.
The second girl of the evening. She was over an hour late and entered the house with her nose in the air and did not seem overly keen upon first impressions. Judging by the expensive clothing she wore I could tell that she thought she was too good to take our place. She was from Moscow and had lived in Australia for just one year.
This guy called just twenty minutes before arriving for his viewing. He wore his high school leaving jersey which told us he was just 22 years old. He was rather timid and we could tell he had never really lived in a share house on account of him asking ‘how does this work? What kind of reference do you need from me?’ The interesting thing about him is that he wants to be a stand-up comedian.
If you had to choose who would you pick?