After leaving Nunawading in the 1980s,the quest for a refrigerator recently drew me back to my childhood suburb. Somehow,the neighbourhood survived without us.
Ivanhoe might sound like a place of nobility but its colloquial name tends to dampen notions of upper-class superiority.
My family always said we lived in Rosanna East,which my friends from Viewbank found funny. Were we snobs?
If you can get past the assumptions people make when you say you live here,Toorak really is a wonderful place to live … when you’re not at your beach house.
I once disembarked the tram at Bridge Road to wafts of Cussons Imperial Leather soap from the factory. But times have well and truly changed.
South Yarra has pretty much everything you’d want in a suburb,but I’m not sure I belong here.
My sons’ enthusiasm gave me pause to think about my own happy childhood in Willy. But its newfound popularity comes with a dispiriting consequence.
Port Melbourne isn’t as affluent as Albert Park or as hip as St Kilda,but it has an honesty that embraces public housing,multimillion-dollar apartments and everything in between.
Despite being home to Melbourne icons the Royal Show,Masterchef studios and the Maribyrnong River,Ascot Vale has a slight identity crisis.
Sure,we sometimes find an abandoned weapons cache during renovations,but in Sunshine West these days you’re more likely to bump into backyard chickens on the loose than crims and killers.
Divided up as if it were the spoils of a suburban turf war,my ’burb’s bigger neighbours of Bentleigh,Carnegie and Caulfield South have claimed their lion’s share of the land.