The Big City

Saw a fantastic production of "All's Well That Ends Well" last night at the National Theatre. I woke up this morning contemplating my time so far in London and I'm starting to come to the realisation that I really am a Big City boy at heart. Liverpool, Birmingham, Edinburgh, Glasgow and now the biggest of all: London. This is not particularly good news at all.

I love my time at home in Bristol but Bristol seems such a 'sleepy' town compared to the rest. I've always had this thought at the back of my mind but I feel like I've been in denial because I'd finally chosen to live and settle in a place and put down some roots with the purchase of my first house. I've also got some good friends in that part of the country and one in particular. I know how valuable it is to have good friends and how easy it is to lose touch with people when moving around. Now I feel unsettled again and I don't know what to do.

If I followed my heart, I'd move myself and anyone who wanted to join me back to Scotland as that is the place I most felt at home in. I feel a draw to Scotland that I can't explain. My head tells me that the South of England is the place I should be for the rest of my working life. I have a mortgage that won't be paid off until I'm 60 years old with my current repayment plan.

That could mean another 15 years in Big Cities, and as I have said, I am a Big City kind of person just like my Dad. He always wanted to move back into the centre of Liverpool but hasn't done so, so far.