I’ve never really bought into all that home is where the heart is rubbish. I’ve always been happy with where I was trying to make the most out of the situation rather than sitting and moping about how everything isn’t quite perfect. However on returning to Leeds last night with the knowledge that I’ll soon be here full time something changed. As I walked through the barrier onto the concourse at Leeds city station I had the most euphoric feeling of coming home. The easily recognisable aspects of my youth all round me and the memories they produced put a great big smile on my face. I’ve enjoyed living in London and even liked Swindon to a point but it’s Leeds that I really understand.
The everyday mundane aspects of the city and surrounding area that are so recognisable to me and the fact that I’ve lived all over Leeds means that almost every view of the city has some kind of resonance. The Yorkshire accent that singles me out in the south, (that’s anywhere past Barnsley by the way) just filters into the crowd of even broader twangs. I really feel I‘m coming home and it’s a really exciting feeling. By the same token I’ll no doubt be totally pissed off at the small town attitude and all the other crap that comes with the place in less than six months of being back here. But, for the moment I’m going to enjoy the feeling of familiarity.
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