“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
I grew up in this town, not this suburb of course, but I knew it from the old days when it was a solid, calm and genteel place.
In those days I thought it was boring, now I see the value of what’s being lost forever.
The suburb has changed from solid, free-standing homes to apartments of varying densities. Now, a six storey block occupies what used to be the parameters of two freestanding houses and gardens.
“Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.”
Now, as I walk around the disjointed, noisy and busy suburb, many of the meticulously kept houses of Victorian or California Bungalow style, bear the ubiquitous yellow square announcing that they are subject to a development proposal. The destiny is fated.
The developments start at the train line and continue to roll down the hill further and further into the leafy greenness and order of the well established suburb.
It will take a lot to create community among these appartments, though shops and cafes remain and a green space is proposed for a local car park.
Yes, much prosperity has been exchanged for additional living spaces and the suburb opened up to new people and families, but the tranquillity, peace and natural environment has been sacrificed in the process and such things cannot be easily replaced; in fact they are lost forever.