While listening to a-ha’s The Sun Always Shines On T.V. I remembered a few days ago when I was taking a (rather short) walk with a dear friend of mine. We came across this little path leading towards some old motorway bridge (that is, unfortunately doomed to get torn down!) while we were having a little tour through our hometown.
I never really experienced a feeling of missing my old hometown since I’d moved to another city. Yet, my occasional visits get me this squeezy feeling of ‘this is where I grew up, where my roots are’ (which is absolutely ridiculous given that there’s only -according to Google Maps- a 81.1km-distance between my hometown and the city I now live in).
The immense differences keep amazing me though. The city I now live in has got thrice the population than my hometown does and is also directly neighboured to another big city (of approximately double the population than home). To give you an impression on how close these cities are to each other, I’m telling you that I’d need about only thirty minutes by bus to get from one main train station to another.
Life has changed since I’ve moved here. In a good way. I have become a much more independet person than I used to be. More than three years have passed and yet every single day I keep experiencing new things. Some of these things get locked into my heart, into the ‘precious experiences’-folder. Others, well, get discarded as ‘everyday-bullshit’, but experiences nonetheless!
Truely the best thing about moving though must be that I have come to love my hometown again. I used to hate it; I never felt any appreciation towards home. In fact, the ugliness and ignorance of the city and its inhabitants sometimes still horrify me up to the point I want to run off and never return again.
But not so last a couple of days ago. Well, to cut a long story short…here’s a couple of photos I’ve taken during my stay.
Futura Sanchez 