Woe is us. Too proud to ask R for money, and with a maxed out credit card of $500 and no money in the bank, we went to a goodbye catch up with a friend who was moving overseas in I guess the late 1990s. I had enough money to buy a snack at the goodbye. I was still hungry and had no money to buy food when I later had a meal break at work. I had grabbed a couple of slices of bread from the freezer. Woe was the poor hungry and starving me. I could not immediately raise money from our investment flat or our home mortgage. Yes, it's all very relative, but I literally did not have cash available until pay day and it gave me an understanding of being poor and really going without.
Port Melbourne was once a place of wharf workers, and very cheap housing. High rise and low rise housing commission (government owned) flats were built then suddenly the suburb a few kilometres from the city boomed, beginning with some high rise own your own apartments on the beach front and an estate of good quality but cheek by jowl housing.
Through R's volunteer job, he comes into contact with a number of original residents of the area.
He has been inside this Port Melbourne place, a converted shop and he described it as a dump inside, yet it has just sold for AU$1,750,000, that is US$1,350,000, UK£1,100,000, €1,270,000.