A southerner's view of Liverpool

When I decided to come to Liverpool as a fresh faced teen three years ago, it was the first time I had lived anywhere different from the small village I call home. Having been nestled between Brighton and London all my life, the north was quite a culture shock.

The first adjustment I had to make was of course the accent. I came from somewhere where mispronunciation is the norm and the way I speak was in no way different to the hundreds of people around me. Suddenly, I was plunged into a world so different that initially, I struggled to keep up.

What struck me most about Liverpool in those early days was the immense sense of pride and identity it has as a city. In Brighton, the city I am closest too, there is no such phenomenon. Everyone is individual and keeps to themselves. People come and go as they like, treating the city as a mere hostel before they move on.

Despite the differences, I began to find that similarities soon emerged. For a start, Liverpool is so diverse in its range of bars, clubs, shops and people, that at times, I have felt that that I am back in Brighton. The only thing missing is the pier.

In my three years, I have managed to soak in some of the glorious culture and sights the city has to share. I have been to Anfield, the museums on the docks, Paddy’s wigwam, St. George’s Hall and plenty of the bars and clubs. I have even had the pleasure of visiting the hospital.

The one sight I will always remember and take back south with me though, is the simple sight from my bedroom window. Here, I can see the whole city and the people as they make their way to and from work. The Liver building is visible as is the hustle and bustle of Lime Street.

Liverpool has been kind to me and a great city to live in and as I prepare to move home, I know I will miss it.

However, one thing I won’t miss is the wind. Why is it always windy in this city no matter what time of year it is?