I have always heard people talk about the love for their city, in many cases their hometown, but I never experienced that attachment myself. Growing up, I lived in three different cities and I always enjoyed the pluses that it had to offer and whined about the minuses. But never once did I fall head over heels in love with a city. And so I couldn’t really relate to it when someone passionately discussed their heaven on earth to me.
That was until I moved here few years ago. This city made me realize what it meant to be crazy about a place.
Sure, it is just another place with its own positives and negatives. It’s definitely not perfect…it comes with its own drawbacks…yet, this is the city I call home.
Because this is where I learned responsibility and experienced independence. Before moving here, I had always lived with my parents, so I had them to fallback on whenever I needed something. But here, I have to manage everything on my own…can’t really rely on anyone else but me.
Because this is where I really matured. I went from being a kid to a grownup. I make my own decisions, evaluate the good from the bad, without any constant guidance. I’ve become more open-minded, less judgmental, more patient and less dependent.
Because this is where I have made a home for myself.
And so, this city will always be special and closest to my heart.
Now you tell me, which place is your home? And why?