What It’s like Living in the City

I moved out to a city-based university last sept. My accommodation was placed in the heart of Bristol where all I was required to do was step outside and the city was beneath my feet.

I loved it.

I loved everything from the traffic that found itself outside my window, specifically during rush hour on a Friday night, to the late night wanderers screaming at each other after midnight. It was part of the city vibe and for that I loved it. It became background noise and eventually by the end of my 10 month stay during the university year, I hardly noticed it until family or friends stayed over and asked me how I slept with all the noise. I got used to it.

It became a comfort. When I first moved in, the noise of the city was all I had to take me away from the silence (and at first, accompanying isolation) of the room. A distraction of some sort. It filled the emptiness of the flat as I was one of the first people to move in.

The city is generally vibrant and busy, loud and eventful. It’s a happy city and I never felt like an outsider when I moved; which is great.

As pleasant as the vibrant city is, it’s difficult not the notice the number of homeless individuals sleeping on the streets. There’s an alarming amount. I found that the more I took a wander around the city, the more I saw them. It’s upsetting to see, and that too so many. There was one, and then two. As I turned corners and cut edges the few I saw became 5 maybe 6 in the space of 60ish minutes. It’s hard to see and even harder to just walk away.

There were several moments during my stay in the city where I helped people out when I could, from buying them food to giving them a simple smile of acknowledgement on the streets. It may not be much but to them, I assumed it would mean something. To feel less invisible. More recognised and seen. Most importantly – to feel seen.

What I undoubtedly love is how everything’s outside my doorstep. If I need to buy something from the shopping centre, I don’t have to endure a 20 bus ride, but simply walk around the corner and there I am.

Even for the most mundane (student) situations. Like running out of milk at 7 am (not that I ever got up that early ha) was easily fixed with a pyjama run to the nearest convenience store. Or the crisis of wanting chocolate at quarter to 12 at night. And I kid you not, there was a store next door – a few seconds away! 

Despite the expense, after being located in the city for over a year I have to say I prefer it. You feel more present and involved. I can’t wait to go back for my second year!

Fyza.

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18 thoughts on “What It’s like Living in the City

  1. Love this post! I live just outside Brighton, so I’ve got the great balance of city life, seaside culture and countryside literally 10 minutes up the road. I know what you mean about being “present”. I really feel in the thick of life when I’m in the city. It is lovely to have a break sometimes and recharge somewhere quiet though!

    Carrie x
    http://www.thelipsticktrail.com

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    1. I’ve never been to Brighton but it looks so nice! So i defo want to pay a visit. It’s such a nice feeling being in the midst of everything but I totally agree, I do still like coming home. It’s a chance of pace x

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  2. Excellent read. I absolutely loved how you focused on small details like the noise and little things that might be overlooked by the average person. Thanks for sharing!

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  3. Ah that’s sounds so amazing!! I visited the U.K. and fell in love with that!

    I agree, you’re in such an amazing location to be in the heart of the city!

    I’m glad you feel so secure and have personal feeling towards your ‘second home’!

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