It was, for the longest of times, but a dream: a place to call our own.

What had been achieved by so many before had evaded us, seduced as we were by the siren’s call of intrepid adventures in foreign lands.

But realised in time it was, this dream; its arrival heralded by the ceremonial unpacking of boxes and unfurling of treasures & trinkets amassed on our travels. The finest of linens, keepsakes, curios and literary tomes aplenty now had, at last, found their forever home.

And so was born A Nomadic Abode.

An antidote to the modern world, our inner-city boutique bolthole was designed as an oasis, of sorts. Within its walls can be found a timeless, restorative retreat for peaceful pursuits and the enjoyment of the simplest of luxuries: quietude, reflection and connection.

Rainy days are, more often than not, spent fireside with a good book, or two. Whole afternoons vanish under the spell of the dancing northern light. And at night the stars wink and the orbiting moon, framed in those vast steel windows, wills you to take chase.

Should you choose to venture outdoors, the best of Melbourne awaits.

This is where a life-long wanderer calls home.