Memories From Manchester

A street sign in Manchester showing way to Piccadilly Station, Oxford Road and City Centre
A street sign in Manchester showing way to Piccadilly Station, Oxford Road and City Centre

My mom calls me, 6.30 in the morning, I'm still sleeping and wakes me up with that iPhone ringtone that no one even bothers to change anymore. She is worried after hearing the attack in Manchester, and calls me to hear my voice, even though I live miles away from Manchester. It makes me remember all those times I've been in Manchester, all those good memories. This post is not about the attack, I am sure so many people have written about it, this post is a #throwback to the memories I collected in Manchester....

For me Manchester has an importance of being the city that reminds me the life I left behind, a city that I can meet with my best friend of over 10 years to catch up and reminiscence the old times, talk about the future, and remind ourselves how far we've come. Its been a long way from where we started and the magnificent architecture of the Manchester always reminds me that.

I vividly remember taking this photograph and walking down this road. We were talking how far we are from those kids in primary school or the teenagers in high school that we were. The architecture, the history that these buildings hold, makes me feel small. I think about all the good and bad things I've been through and I end up with one word... Grateful

These two are from the Starbuck that is located in the Manchester Piccadilly Train Station and the view from there. I used to grab a drink and wait for my friend's train to arrive. In a state of waiting, thinking, watching other people come and go...

Manchester China Town
Manchester China Town

Walking around the city, getting lost, two teenagers with wanderlust, finding random coffee shops around the city, grabbing a coffee, checking out home stores and smelling candles. Imagine a city where you don't ever feel scared that someone would ever hurt you. That's how we felt, even in those narrow and dark streets behind big buildings. We grew to love Manchester and this city, three thousand miles away from home became a place that reminded us home and those good old days.

The view from a bookshop
The view from a bookshop

And every time we're back in Manchester we just keep walking till we find a place to sit down for a bit to catch up, this photograph from an old book shop's window. It was a 3 storey shop with a cafe on top that we drink rose tea....

Manchester City Hall
Manchester City Hall

Yeah it's those memories that I love collecting, and the photographs help me remember the good days to be grateful and remember when life gets tough.

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