Home.. Far Away

I hate this place.

Every time I utter those words, I betray this city - the city that I was so attached to, the city that gave me so much.

This beautiful city holds my past in its hands. The good times and the bad, the sweetest moments and the most bitter. It has left an imprint on me, in fact, has moulded me into the person I am today. Correction, the person I was two years ago, before I left.

The period prior to that departure is what has left such a bitter taste in my mouth for this city that was my home. And I reminded of that time every time I come back to this place.

When I come back here, I am that person I was two years ago. Scared, weak, alone. Perhaps I was not all of those, but this place made me believe I was. And for that, there is no forgiveness. For making me feel that way all over again, there is no forgiveness.

Nothing has changed. They say this city has grown, but there has been no real growth (I've heard inflation has been galloped right alongside perceived growth). The superficiality and the impassivity of the conversation still exists. The whole place: a cold, steely, glassy & glossy exterior, with no soul.

I've spoken about this many times before, and I'd like to reiterate: It is the people that made this city home for me.

Alas, my home is with them.

And they are not here.