It's funny how time can change the way a whole city lives in your mind. How the streets can eventually hold new meanings and new memories. Things are different when you're post-your old post-code.
Leeds used to mean heartbreak, loneliness, unemployment, breakups outside of coffee shops, prayers on park benches and mould behind wardrobes.
Then came York.
I can remember stepping off the train and looking up at the walls and feeling like I was taking steps for me for once, steps towards a new life in the old city. It meant healing, a new home, rebuilding, actually building, growing, learning.
Then Leeds started to mean new things. It meant a new job, new friends, becoming a new me. Finding confidence, courage, conviction.
Being back today felt good. I'm glad Leeds changed for me.
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