Another weekend in Brisbane. The Handbrake and A met me at the airport on Friday and we headed off to look at a townhouse that we'd been watching for some time. The owner had definitely decided to sell and we were in the very fortunate position of being the first to make an offer, which we did and which has been accepted, so it also turned out to be a very expensive weekend in Brisbane.
It's pretty much got everything we were after - 3 br. 2.5 bath, 2 car, nicely laid out over three levels, plenty of storage space, 4 years old, good condition and at a price we both felt very comfortable with. Importantly the kitchen is off in it's own little corner and not intruding into the living space which is a horrible trend we observed in several of the newer offerings in the area. There's the view, almost 6 kilometres across the western suburbs to the city and something to look at when we're in our dotage sucking on a breakfast croissant on the main bedroom verandah (What did you say those big buildings were over there, Dear ?). Before it becomes home in a few years time it will also do very nicely as an investment property situated, as it is, very close to a western suburbs train station.
Strangely the selling agent was the first one I met at the start of this little exercise a few months ago and the townhouse is right next door (literally through the dividing wall) to one we regret missing out on a couple of months ago. Like quite a few sales I suspect, this one never actually got advertised. I know the agent is always working for the seller but developing a rapport with a selling agent has certainly proved to be a useful advantage. If this hadn't come off I dread to think how long it would have taken us to find something that fitted the bill. The market isn't exactly easing off much although the impending election of Krudd and Co will probably put the brakes on.
After forking out mega-bucks, buying a new iPod Nano for A at the WoW store on Ipswich Road felt like areal bargain.