HOLY CRAP. I was just sitting at the dining room table and heard an auctioneer’s voice floating in from the street. Turns out one of the apartments across the street from us was for sale. I heard him call $840,000 as I went outside. My jaw dropped. In 2 minutes it was up over a million. Ended up going for $1,099,000! Another lady on the street was pumping her fist. “Was it your place?” I said, incredulous. “No! But I own a house in this neighbourhood!” Me: “ME TOO!” High fives all around.

(Yes, yes. The inner Sydney housing bubble is ridiculous. Totally agree. But hey, that random lady and I had a fun couple of minutes thinking about being paper millionaires.)