21 Frankland Street

Carefully perfected by skilled hands and quiet intention in 2018, I was built with brick, rendered finishes, and Colorbond roofing. I remember my very first morning clearly, sunlight spilling across my floors, calm and full of promise, as if the land itself was holding its breath, aware that something considered and enduring now stood here. Not long after, they arrived. My first owners. Setting my foundations with care and foresight, choosing quality, space, and form that would stand the test of time. Then my second custodians, my current family, arrived with fresh energy and intention, gently layering in their own personal touches. In just over two years, they helped me blossom, refining what was already strong, adding warmth, style, and lived-in elegance, proof that a home can grow beautifully when it is truly understood. From my elevated yard, I watched seasons pass through my windows and across the horizon. The outlook offered space and perspective, a quiet sense of openness that invited pause at the end of each day. Everything around me is kept immaculate, every space presented with pride. Summer barbecues spilled into the alfresco, friends gathered, and conversations drifted late into warm nights. In winter, rain tapped gently on my roof while the electric fireplace beneath the built-in television kept the family warm. The outdoor spa and sauna offered a private retreat, moments of restoration seamlessly woven into daily life, while the world outside felt safely held. I stood steady, fully fenced, grounded, dependable, doing what a home is meant to do: protect, comfort, belong. Comfort was always effortless here. Ducted air conditioning moved quietly through my rooms, ceiling fans turning softly above everyday moments, ensuring each season was met with ease. Children grew taller here, plans grew bigger. The study became a place of focus and hope, the dining room a place of connection. Even quiet moments mattered , the soft whirr of fans on sleepy afternoons, the click of shutters closing out the day, the calm reassurance of doors locked tight, keeping the people I loved safe. Solar panels drank in the Queensland sun, gardens took root, and every corner of me was improved not for resale , but for living. Now, I feel it. That gentle shift. The kind that doesn't come from sadness, but from growth. They are moving on, not away from love, but toward more land, more sky, more room for their next chapter. So I stand here ready again, ready for new love to fill my hallways. Ready to hold new laughter in my open-plan heart. Ready for new stories in the media room, new meals in the kitchen, new footsteps. Ready for my new family. Will you be my new family? Disclaimer: All information provided has been obtained from sources we believe to be accurate. However, we cannot guarantee the information is accurate and accept no liability for errors or omissions. (including but not limited to a property's land size, floor plans and size, building age and condition) Interested parties should make their own enquiries and obtain their own legal advice.