Only a few days ago it was our ten-year anniversary. I knew I was going to love you the minute I picked my university course when I was 16 (what can I say – I was prepared!). And when the day finally came in 2006 that I left my small town life behind at the age of 18, I remember seeing your skyline and thinking “adventure awaits.”
Being from a small town, I had never heard of Primark or Subway and I had only ever been on public transport a handful of times. So you were an adventure indeed. You can’t deny that you’re a little bit rough around the edges but it’s made me street smart in a good way.
I love that you’re vast, but not too big. I love that strangers talk to each other on public transport and the fact that everyone seems friendlier up here. I love that even though I know the streets like the back of my hand, there is always something new to discover.
I love the city centre, the Northern Quarter, Affleck’s Palace, MOSI, The Manchester Museum, The curry mile, The Arndale, The Trafford Centre and so many more things. I love that you’re affordable and you’re actually left with money to have fun here. There’s always something to do.
We’ve had rough times of course. You’ve destroyed so many pairs of my shoes that I’ve simply just got used to the feeling of having wet feet. And let’s let a moment pass while we remember all the umbrellas that held a similar fate. Not forgetting that I left you for 16 months while we gave southern living a go. But I like to think that that time away gave me a deeper appreciation for you. Why else would we come running back to you?
So many great things have happened to me since I moved. I’ve grown from a naïve young girl to an independent woman, I’ve met amazing people, found my home and I found the love of my life.
I could never say what may happen in the future, who knows if we’ll stay or go. Nothing is certain. But you’ll always feel just like home to me.
An adopted Mancunian