No More Strikes

Driving home from shopping this morning I came across a sobering scene. Our local indoor sport centre, Striker, has been demolished.

So many memories now buried forever, for myself as a participant as well as my children and their friends who over the years played cricket, soccer and netball at Striker.

I understand the need for more housing, but it should not mean sacrificing community recreation.
My local area has loads of parks but places like Striker offer the opportunity to enjoy team sport when the weather outside is too extreme.

My guess is that the big picture plan is for places like this to be on the fringe of suburbia, or attached to the mega-malls that also seem to be expanding at a rapid rate.

Just feels sad, like a little bit of soul has been lost.

A few of my favourite things

As exciting as it is planning for and anticipating new horizons, I am also hyper aware of what I am leaving behind.

The sun rising in the East, picture perfect beach scenes, and all of the places and faces that feel like home.

I guess that’s why I feel the urge to travel; makes me value what I already have so much more.