There was a time when I was embarrassed to tell people where I came from, because it’s the kind of town that draws two kinds of responses.
The first is the people that don’t have a clue where Grimsby is. When I was at Uni, one guy actually thought that it was near London – it eventually transpired that he was from London, and of course we all know that to some people, the entire world revolves around London, so I don’t know why I was so surprised.
The second kind of response is one that irritates me the most: it comes in a wide variety of forms, but is basically very negative towards the place. The funniest thing about the negativity? 99.99% of these people have never visited Grimsby, or even know someone who has.
Around two and a half years ago, I moved to a small market town about twenty minutes away. One of my reasons for moving here, was because I wanted a quiet life, in a small town where everyone was friendly and the atmosphere was nicer. But, in hindsight, life hasn’t become quieter – this town has a crazy night life at weekends. I’ve also found that I really miss the convenience of having a shopping centre, I also miss being near friends who have since moved back into town.
It’s weird how much we can moan about where we live, but the moment someone else does, we become so protective of it. It’s also interesting how much we miss it, once we’ve left.
My home town might not be everyone’s cup of tea. But, to me, it’s home.
Love you always August,