My fascination with old homes took root around the age of nine or 10, during an adventurous exploration beneath the floorboards of my childhood home. There, hidden in the shadows, I discovered boxes brimming with artefacts from another age: glass plate photographs, aged newspapers, and books penned in French and Greek. These fragments, though seemingly disparate, wove together a tale of postwar migration to Australia, igniting my lifelong passion for history.
Years later, this fascination for the past evolved, intertwining with a newfound dream: to own an old home of my own. My heart was set on the charm of
