Walking the streets

The less I talk about ‘the streets I used to know’ the more the memories flood in.

Those streets helped shape who I am today, my adult life.

I see myself walking the streets of birmingham in the morning going through city centre bull ring into digbeth. I walked the same route for 2 years paying attention to every detail from the abandoned factory to the new vintage shop, the corner stores, posters and graffiti.

The people in the morning where not the same everyday for two years but they had the same things written all over them ‘Going to work or going to school’

I remember the faces like it was yesterday.

The smell of Millie’s cookies coming out from New street station was always a reminder that I was home.

The rush when you into London Euston station and you feel like you are in a different world entirely, the busy streets no one is paying attention to you.

FYI: it has been 8 years