Life, Leeds and where I call home

Life, Leeds and where I call home
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It takes a lot to call somewhere home, right? In my 25 years and 10 ½ months (can you tell I’m on the birthday countdown?) I’ve called three places home: York, Huddersfield and Leeds. It’s almost like I’m destined to live somewhere on the Transpennine Express train route forever. I’m lucky that everywhere I’ve lived has felt like home but each one holds a different reason for me.

Huntington, York
I grew up in a village called Huntington just outside of York and spent my entire childhood living in one house so it truly was my home and will always be a place I go back to. My friendships in York stem back from the first year of primary school as I was fortunate enough to meet some of my best friends today way back when, and through secondary school where I met a few more best friends. It’s the least significant places which make this place truly special to me, like the bench at the bottom of the hill where I’d spend hours with my friends after school, to the local pub in the village which I practically moved into when I was in 6th form. Everyone I meet finds out I’m from York and tells me that they love it because of the city, the bar walls, the pubs, the people walking round dressed up as Vikings, but I love it because it’s filled with memories of growing up, not just days out.

I spent three years drinking studying in Huddersfield for my degree and though I’d be back in York in the holidays, I still remember the day I got a train into Huddersfield and had that ‘oh I’m home’ feeling. I never expected to fall in love with such a grotty northern town (disclaimer, it’s improved a lot since I left), but university and students halls had such a community feel and an anything goes attitude that I settled. Huddersfield was a bubble because let’s be honest, student world isn’t like the real world and we were just a group of teenagers who were thrown in together and had to stay alive. But it was fun. It was nights spent talking in the flat corridor until 3am. It was owning more fancy dress than going out clothes. It was living off pasta and cheerios (LOL guilty) because why would you even bother cooking proper food. Huddersfield was home because it was three years of a carefree lifestyle with no real responsibilities.

I’ve been living in Leeds for just over 3 ½ years in my little shoebox of a flat, but it took until last year for me to truly feel like it’s my home. I never expected my flat to be my permanent residence when I first moved here so I put off making it my own, even though I bought it from my landlord three months after moving in. My plans to stay in it for a year came and went, as did my plan to leave it when I moved jobs (to an office which is a convenient 20 minute walk away) and now I’m settled at work, I’ve come to accept that this is my home for now. In particular in the last 12 months, I feel like I’ve built up a strong network around me from both the blogger scene and work friends which has made me feel like there’s so much more for me here than simply work. I’m fortunate to have moved to a city where I knew barely anyone to now be in a position where I feel like there’s a community here that I’m part of.

So they’re the places I’ve called home – what about you? Let me know in the comments.

1 comment

  1. I guess home is where you feel safe and happy.
    I perosnally have never moved far and when moved, never for long enough to form any connection with places. Thankfully, my home from 4 years old, will forever be my home and, will be my sons too.
    That being said, I do still have memories of my home before we moved when I was four and since my dad did the drawings and helped in the build of that home, I'll always have a connection to it I think. I visit it whenever we're back up North.