Today is a Public Holiday in my hometown, historically known as Foundation Day but more recently renamed WA Day in the land of the long weekend.
Apparently the freeway was a carpark on Friday, crammed full of carloads of locals heading away on our last long weekend until September. Until today the Autumn weather has been sublime, but this morning I see clouds building up outside and can feel a change in the air.
So apart from a short week at work, what does WA Day mean to me?
I guess it’s a time for reflecting on the way of life in what’s referred to as the world’s most isolated capital city, which in my lifetime has grown from feeling like a big country town where riding a bike from the beach to the city was an enjoyable pastime to a sprawling suburbia full of cars.
Memories of a childhood growing up by the beach, walking to school swinging my bag above my head to ward off the marauding magpies. The excitement of dressing up for a day in the city, the iconic Swan River snaking a path from Freo dividing local loyalties into North versus South.
The feeling that no matter where you are, chances are there’ll be someone there who knows you from somewhere.
The isolation is travel motivation but also a source of frustration because of the amount of hours and dollars it takes to get anywhere. And the long flight home when it’s time to return.
For me it’s the sunshine and clean air that refreshes my soul that is not comparable to anywhere I have traveled to. Our beautiful beaches, West Coast sunsets and abundant opportunity to enjoy the great outdoors; these are a few of my favourite things.
They say that familiarity breeds contempt, and maybe that’s why I have such a thirst for learning and wanderlust. You never know what you’ve got til it’s gone …
G’Day from WA, a little pocket of paradise in my opinion.