My Home Town

I will be the first of my friends to admit that I cannot wait to move away. Unlike my friends however, it has nothing to do with my home town, because I love my home town. Sure, it may not have the coolest stores to shop--I would flip for a Yankee Candle or BBW-- but it I love it. I love our uptown area, you can walk around and see all of the characters in the book; from the homeless to the snobby. I love the second-hand bookshops we have uptown and the awesome space that is our City Market.

I was walking from my Dad's to my Mum's today (relatively pissed off) and couldn't help but fall in love with my city all over again. It certainly is no Rome, or New York, or Quebec, but it's home, I can't help but fall in love every time I go for a walk uptown. I love the old architecture that it has to offer, brick buildings with beautiful awnings and old stone churches litter uptown. Whenever I walk around I can't help but stare with a silly smile dancing on my face. I think about who lived in this buildings before, who walked this streets. For a history junkie, living in a city that has visible historical features still present is a drug.

Like I said earlier, there are many characters uptown. You never know who you are going to meet. From the old bum who always asks for three quarters to the the kind gentlemen who would never has a lady for change, we have them all. Certainly, a few of them are crazy, a few  are off no worse than you or I, and a few are kind souls.

Here where I live, you never know what you are going to run into on these streets. But even while touring the streets in a bad mood, the buildings will still put pretty thoughts in my head. And when you met a kind stranger who tells you that you are a beautiful young lady when your hair is falling out of its haphazard bun and sweat is glistening on your face, I can't help but love all of the surprises my home town has to offer.