December 13, 2014
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The Christmas holidays are approaching and since mid-November, the city of Glasgow has been wrapped in Christmas spirit. I will not be spending Christmas in Glasgow this year, and so I took advantage of the festive activities featured in the Glasgow Loves Christmas events taking place over the weeks before the holidays themselves. A trip to the city centre is always a better alternative than staying at home during the weekend – and yes, I’ve moved! More on that in another post…maybe.
It is unfortunate that the true meaning behind Christmas is often forgotten and smothered by the commercialization of the holidays – Santa Claus, reindeer, Christmas trees, Christmas shopping, Christmas lights…the list goes on. Despite this, I don’t deny that the festive atmosphere is a source of warmth for the chilly winter days, and I can’t help but to immerse myself in the celebrations, all the while reminding myself that on this day, the Saviour was born.
Every fair/carnival has to have a Ferris wheel, and the one at George Square is no exception. The last time I went on a Ferris wheel was almost two years ago in Bordeaux, and while viewing a city from the high point of a Ferris wheel was amazing, the HIGH part was a bit more thrilling than I would have liked. There was also a merry-go-round (not shown in photo) at the fair in Glasgow, and for some reason I’ve wanted to ride on a merry-go-round for years now but haven’t found anyone to accompany me. Somehow I just wanted to relive my childhood on a merry-go-round, out of all the children’s rides…for no particular reason. Anyone in Glasgow want to volunteer to go with me? 😛
October 24, 2014
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The day has finally arrived for me to say goodbye to you. Again. Again and again. Tomorrow I leave you to embark on a new journey into an unknown land, a new one for me to call home. But please believe me, it’s not you…it’s me. Or well…maybe it is you. I don’t really know, actually. Maybe I am not good enough for you anymore.
Eighteen years ago I came to you as a stranger, a foreigner that would intrude and make you my home, though it was not a choice and I had no idea what it implied anyway. All these years you sheltered me, accepted me, educated me, and made me the person I am today. I left you for the first time nine years ago and it was the first decision that was truly mine, but little did I know that that would be the first of many times I willingly decided to leave you for other destinations. Perhaps that’s what it is. You will always be a starting point, not a destination.
But you know what that means? I will keep coming back to you. Again and again.
I am thankful to have spent the last nine months with you, experiencing your winter, spring, summer, and fall and falling in love with every season all over again. From the frigid chill to the rejuvenating breeze to the scorching heat (not much this year) to the mindblowingly stunning colours of the foliage, you have impressed me with you ever changing appearance and diversity.
I am thankful for your myriad of multicultural communities and neighbourhoods scattered about every corner of the city. Chinatown, Greektown, Koreatown, Cabbagetown, Distillery District, Kensington Market, Rosedale, Agincourt, Harbourfront…every one of these places has its own unique characteristics that attract me to explore them as if they are new cities themselves.