North Shore nostalgia

A couple of nights ago I dreamed I was back in Australia.  (No, not Manderley.) Specifically I dreamed about the last house I shared with my first husband before we broke up. From this place, I moved to a crumbly Victorian terrace in Surry Hills.

Although this house offered some nice bird-watching opportunities, especially rainbow lorikeets, I remember feeling lost in it. The place was just too big for two people. But David always spent his entire housing allowance, saying that if he didn't spend it all, the company would lower it the next time we had to move.

I couldn't remember the exact address, but Castle Cove isn't a large neighborhood. After some satellite map searching I found it:  5 Willis Road. 

I then decided to see if I could find any occupants. I nosed around some real estate Web sites, and found that the house was sold about a year ago. But the price almost made me faint:

The house itself wasn't that special. Sort of like a two-story shoebox. But it had one featured I really liked - a balcony that went all around the house. And since the winter weather was mild, my bouganvillea never froze. I managed to grow it up to the roof.

Here's a view of the front of the house. The garage (to the right) is where I parked my spiffy little white Miata. My cat Gomez would wait for me in front of the garage every evening.