Image: Asobo Studio I was down the South Coast with my partner recently for a funeral. A family member had passed away; the whole week had been the sort you want to forget. Nothing went right. On the way down, my partner pointed to something out of the window. “Hey, it’s Shellharbour Airport,” she noted. We’d flown through and by it virtually only the night before, checking out her favourite spots and identifying the location of her parents through Microsoft Flight Simulator the night before. There was just something calming about seeing home, even streamed through the combination of a video game and Bing Maps.