Why I love my City

Glasgow, Scotland

It's almost impossible to explain my feelings for my homeland. Except, the word "home" probably sparks a very similar feelings inside everybody, no matter where you are from. There's something about the place I grew up in, some nostalgic vibe that I wish I could communicate with words. For me, Glasgow means the streets I played in as a child. It's outskirts are where me and my friends would run around in the grass, racing and playing hand-clapping games, pretend to be detectives and argue over who got to be which "Charlie's Angel".  I love it's roads, it's strange assortment of buildings, it's curry shops and it's cafes. I love it's libraries and universities, it's bridges and tunnels. I love it's multi-culture, I love the halal signs above resteraunt doors, I love kilt-clad men playing bagpipes on Buchanan street and the reggae tinged guitar playing on the doorstep of Buchanan galleries. I love escape artists and the man painted in gold! I love sunny days with ice cream at George Square, and I love seeing rain hit the streets.

I love Glasgow.