Well, we moved. I realize this seems silly but what you don't realize was the state of our last place. It wasn't the house itself. The house was lovely! It was the worst-person-I-have-ever-met roommate and the not-the-sharpest-tool-in-the-shed landlord. In the end our good friends that we stayed with upon arriving in Perth acquired a house in South Perth (just across the river from the downtown core). It has three massive bedrooms, 10 ft ceilings throughout, lots of natural light and a great back garden for entertaining. Our collective hobbies, movies and fridge items have made a happy house. I can't describe the feeling but it was somewhere that I instantly felt a connection to and have since come to feel quite at home.
I basically cycle a 30km round trip to work along the water and can walk to shops and beaches whenever I please. I was beginning to think I was just too old for roommates and then I realized that I am just more picky. Which I guess is fair enough. After 4 years of living solo you come to be a bit used to having things the way you want them and being able to sleep/eat/lounge about whenever you see fit. When it gets too hot the roommates are just going to have to deal with me in my underwear. Sorry guys.
The lack of seasons is still a bit of a curious thing. While it's 36 degrees outside flowers are blooming and there are crunchy leaves on the ground... But nevertheless, it makes for a mass of beauty having everything happen at once.