In 1996, I was 20. I moved in to a crumbling art deco apartment on busy Barkly Street, St Kilda. I had minimal possessions, the most important of them being my 3000+ CD collection and my coffee percolator. If that was all I had, I was fine. Nothing much has changed.
Then I met my next door neighbour, Dave. This guy changed my life.
Dave introduced me to gardening. Out the back of our flats was years of weedy neglect. We turned it in to the most magical veggie and herb garden. We spent weeks on this little oasis away from the stinky streets. On warm afternoons we would sit with a cold beer and dirty hands and marvel at the awesomeness (we didn’t use that word in 1996 though, can’t remember what we would have said).