Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts – Oliver Wendell Holmes.
Travel is a huge part of my life. One of my best friends even called it my first love. It is the thing that I am constantly toying in my head, making plans for whilst staring at wanderlust-filled Pinterest boards, scouring Skyscanner like there is no tomorrow. Recently, however, I have enjoyed living my life at home. Being in one place isn’t so bad, especially with the people you love most in the world surrounding you. What makes it even better is that I have a fantastic city right on my doorstep – a city that is full of wonder, lively entertainment and people from across the globe. I don’t necessarily need to leave this place in order to meet worldwide people; enough of them come here day in, day out.
If you saw my Instagram Stories from last Saturday (plenty of alcohol boomerangs), you will know that I headed over to Liverpool for my Mum’s birthday. It was a lovely day in terms of the weather, which is always fab for an afternoon of drinking. We wandered around town for a short while, in and out the cracks of streets that tear the young and old away from the hustle and bustle of shopping. We weaved through side streets in the hopes of finding one particular Mexican bar that eluded us for the entire afternoon. Eventually, my parents decided to head on up to the top of Liverpool One, to a place called The Club House – somewhere I’ve never been before. It was busy. People were spilled out across the green lawn and the white picnic tables. Inside was a colossal of bodies: some casual, some dressed up to the nines, some with shopping bags, and a couple of parties. The bartenders were quick as knives, calling out for refills, pouring pints, mixing drinks. The atmosphere was another level, but then it always is in Liverpool.
Whilst enjoying my multiple alcoholic beverages and a long overdue family time outside of the house with my parents, it got me thinking about those who had travelled to Liverpool to experience our city, the way I have travelled to multiple cities abroad to experience a different place. I wondered who were backpackers and students, who had moved from abroad, those who were students from another town or city. People travel to Liverpool all the time, so why do I not see it as a place of travel? I guess the answer to that is that it is home.
The thing with Liverpool is that there is so much that I am still yet to explore. I think I have seen it all because I’ve grown up on its doorstep but I’ve never even had a proper night out in The Cavern of all places! That is just one example of one of the things that people from all over come to do in my home city, and yet I haven’t even done it. Don’t get me wrong, I tried… When I was sixteen. I haven’t scratched the surface of the incredible restaurants, cafés and bars. I want to change that whilst I am still living at home. I’m actually heading to a few places tonight which I’ve never visited before. This way, I’m kinda being a tourist in an exciting city, without having to catch a flight out of town.
I always want to head to new cities, tick them off my huge, never-ending bucket list, but it is always incredible to head somewhere that I know like the back of my hand, and yet, there are always a few more surprises to be had.
Do you explore your home city enough? Do you feel like a tourist in your own home on occasion?
Love, Faye xo
Location: The Club House, L1