So… Liverpool. I’ve lived in this wonderful city for approx. 20 years, and I’ve watched it go through a real transformation.
It’s a city that has been in decline and is now having somewhat of a resurgence. The streets are extremes of old and new, closely sandwiched together in a kind of mis match of buildings and styles, It has a dirty grittiness I absolutely love. It is rife with working class souls, I’m one of these people, they are my people!
It is quite diverse, it has the oldest Chinese community in the UK, and being a port (one which was at the heart of trade and traffic for the whole UK in days gone by) this isn’t a surprise.
I’ve never been big on architecture, but there is plenty of amazing buildings to see from old to new, the city seems to bulge with dirty brick and cobblestone, it provides a texture that really pops if you look hard enough!
You could throw a blanket over the city centre, you could wander from one end of the city to the other in 30 minutes, of course Liverpool is bigger than just its city centre, and out in the fringes, where we live are the people who inhabit this place.
The people, this is where the magic happens…for me this is my town, my place, my heart and head. I work in the city, I can see myself in the faces that brush past me, in all of them. We know who we are and whilst it’s not my birthplace, it’s where I belong.