There's a question I've been asking myself this week - and I think it is one I cannot answer. I am at this moment sat in my childhood bedroom in Bristol, where I am visiting family.
Everything about this city is so achingly familiar - the glow in the dark stars stuck to the ceiling I slept under from age 4 to 19, the soft incline of the ever-changing high street, the roads where I rode my bike and learned to drive.
In many ways, Bristol will always be home. But, nearly six years after I first moved to Manchester, it also feels a place that is growing and changing without me - just as I grow and change somewhere else. Try MEN Premium for FREE by clicking here for no ads, fun puzzles and brilliant new features. So many of us in Manchester will contend with this discord - our hearts split across two places, our childhoods and adult lives sharply severed by geography.
When I come back to Manchester, it feels like home. But I didn't grow up here and am sometimes left asking - what does it mean to be a Mancunian?
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