Towards the end of November 2021, I decided to take an impromptu trip into Manchester as it's a city I have heard so much about yet had never been to. At the time I was in Sheffield studying in my final year at university, so as you can imagine I didn't have a lot of spare time to go exploring but on this day I made the exception. 
I had no plan whatsoever as to what I was going to do or where I was going to go. I started to plan the day in the morning before getting my train, but then (very unlike me) I decided to scrap the plan and just the the wind take me. Today was going to be a day of new things and places.

The day was an unqualified success. I got in at Manchester Piccadilly in the early morning and (thankfully) found the exit within minuets leading me into the bustling street. I say 'thankfully' because the last time I took an impromptu trip I went to Leeds, and I wish I was joking when I say it took me almost half an hour to get out of that station. 
Straight away, I was feeling the buzz of the busy streets and the towing buildings making Sheffield look like a small village that only has a post office. I immediately loved it. 
I've never really been one for large cities, I'm from that small village that only has one post office and any place that has more than one Morrison's is gargantuan to me (Sheffield doesn't count as it's the size of a 50p coin) yet walking among the busy commuters, business men and women, and constantly stream of people rushing to get from A to B, I felt strangely at home. 

I don't know what it was about it but I was quite content walking among the huge buildings and busy streets, it felt like a new world, a one that I could make my own.
Manchester felt alive, like it was breathing, the people its blood, the roads and paths its rugged skin, yet it was a blank canvas. It was completely new to me and therefore I was starting on a brand page, ready to create a story I could call my own.