'Therapy through Ghosts, Graffiti, Silence and Adrenalin'
I often long for my own home.
I went on an adventure to house hunt, looking for a place I could call my own for a few hours. The neighborhood was pleasant, the ocean views were welcome and the open plan living was breathable. Nestled in the foreshore of Sydney Harbor I found my refuge, a new front door and a vacuum would do this place well.
There was a problem with unwelcome blow-ins though.