Thursday, 9 April 2015

Home - Day 8 of A to Z Blogging Challenge - Things I Love

There are plenty of places in the world to see. But it's good to be able to live somewhere that feels like home, even if it's not the best place in the world. I've never really felt that settled anywhere until recently .. I was born in Manchester so in some ways I am a northerner at heart, but moved down to the south coast when I was 5, to be nearer Mum's side of the family.

Whilst Dorset is a nice part of the world (and I've lost count of the number of times people have said this to me) - it never really felt like it was meant to be my home. I went through some tough times there, so maybe that's partly why. But once I moved out of my home village of Broadstone (a great place), I thought a few times that I wouldn't mind living somewhere else. After having a breakdown in 2006, I decided that I needed to take the plunge and move somewhere completely different.

To cut a long story short, I decided on Leeds, and lived in and around that city for a few years, in several different houses. The nicest place I lived during this time was Otley, a lovely town on the edge of the Yorkshire Dales. But even that didn't quite feel like the right place to be - some of the locals there were a bit odd and there seemed to be a strange vibe to the place. I had to move from there eventually, and the next two places I lived at in Leeds were utter shitholes - no exaggeration. Anyone who knows Leeds will know that East End Park and Beeston are just awful. I hope to never set foot in those places again.

I had grown less and less fond of Leeds since I first moved there, so when I came back to the UK last May after a brief spell abroad, it felt like the right thing to move to Huddersfield, about 20 miles west of Leeds. Huddersfield's a funny old place - the town centre is not particularly attractive, but some of the outskirts are beautiful. Where I live is right next to Greenhead Park, a large park which a lot of people make use of. Huddersfield feels like home to me, more than anywhere else I've lived. I'm not sure if I'll stay there for the rest of my life - or even for another 5 years - but I'm glad to be in a place I love. It's a large town - similar in size to Bournemouth or Poole where I grew up near - so it's got pretty much everything you need in terms of shops and amenities. I like living near a large town. The scenery is great - it's easy enough to find great viewpoints around here - and the people seem pretty friendly.

There's not much more I can say about this subject without boring the pants off you - so I'll leave you with some pictures of my local area.

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