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House Hunting (I wish)

I have a habit of looking through the real estate listings every now and then (and dream a lot about them).

I've just seen a place I really, really want, and for once it's not the multi-million dollar only-if-I-win-lotto place. This place looks very nice, and reasonably priced too.

11/1-7 Colebrook St, Brunswick.

Of course, with my finances, there ain't a hope in hell. Oh well.

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teknohippi
Jul. 17th, 2009 06:07 am (UTC)
that is the stone building at the corner of Tinning that has just be completed isn't it
halloranelder
Jul. 17th, 2009 06:10 am (UTC)
I believe so.
teknohippi
Jul. 17th, 2009 06:17 am (UTC)
I believe they also have solar hot water systems....
halloranelder
Jul. 17th, 2009 06:19 am (UTC)
Noice! More and more I want that place. Grr!
pastryproducts
Jul. 17th, 2009 06:21 am (UTC)
$545k+, it's the plus that gets you. You wait, you'll see it sold for $680k :s
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