I moved to Melbourne for university in my early 20s, from country Victoria. I moved straight to Elsternwick, a place had come up and it was convenient. I spent many hours driving/busing along Punt Rd – to friends on the north side, to uni, to debaucherous nights out on Brunswick/Smith Streets.
After a year settling in, I wanted to be closer to the action. My new apartment was on Punt Rd, on the hill, up near The Righi. When I moved in, there was driving rain all day throughout Melbourne. I had booked removalists for 1pm – they didn't arrive until 8pm. Their truck was too big to fit down the laneway so, in the rain, we all carted my things from The Righi, down the hill alongside Punt Rd. I was carrying my mannequin, which was wrapped in a sheet to protect it from the water, and was giggling to myself that it must look like a dead body. All of a sudden there was a huge BANG and then another CRASH, then a SMASH!!! Three cars travelling down Punt Rd had all rear-ended, distracted by me and my 'dead body'. I felt pretty bad about that.
Once we had moved in, we realised we had the most spectacular view of the city – but only in Winter as a decidious tree blocked our view in Summer. We could hear the roar of the MCG on nights when the wind was blowing exactly the right way. We listened to the Black Keys rock on from our balcony when they played at Sidney Myer. We also lived through the Melbourne earthquake of 2012 in our living room, sharing the moment afterwards with our neighbours on their balconies.
I now live in Sydney but know I will remember 939 Punt Rd for years to come. It was just so 'Melbourne' for me.