A good way to start off this post might be to give some context as to why I’m writing it. In late 1995-1996, my mum (who was only 19 or 20) moved from Leeds to Manchester for one reason, and one reason only: to party. It is this perfectly rational thinking which allows me to draw the greatest similarities between my mother and myself. However, whilst frequenting the likes of the Haçienda, the ritz and the other hundreds of clubs that made up the Manchester night life scene, she met daddy-o and later in 1996, I was brought in to this wonderful world.
But once I was born, I was a regular at the St Mary’s Children’s hospital on Oxford road – which meant that mother dearest couldn’t move back to that old stomping ground of hers. She was trapped in this concrete jungle that goes by the name of Manchester – of which now the vibrant night life that she did experience has withered away, and has been replaced by what can only be described as delapidated warehouses and indie bars. And then, when things started looking up for her with prospects of moving closer to the rest of the family (who now live in and around Leeds) … I just had to be granted a scholarship to a private school. Well … Fuck.
Mammy has wanted to move back to Leeds ever since she split with my dad, and if I’m honest, I do not blame her at all. But now that I’m going to University (!!), my mum has nothing tying her down to the city of Manchester – which means one thing … She’s moving back to Leeds. Well … Fuck … Again.
It may sound so very selfish of me since my mum has sacrificed so much for me, but I really don’t want to go to Leeds. I’m sorry if any of my readers are from Leeds, because I mean Leeds is great … But it’s also shit. It’s got nothing on Manchester, nor will it ever compare to Manchester either. For me, Manchester is the UK’s tribute to NYC or San Fran, where there is such a diversity in the people that you come across, and there is such a multitude of opportunities to better yourself. As Mark Delaney Robinson said in 1997: “Manchester reminds me very much of San Francisco, even the weather is the same! … When I go back to California, people ask me if I’m homesick. How can you be homesick in Manchester?” . It is a vast concrete jungle blessed with nods to our industrial past, as well as the architectural vision of the future. And the rain, well, you get used to that. But one thing’s for certain – Manchester is a home for me, which makes it all the more difficult when my mum said we’re moving.
I couldn’t – and still can’t – make sense of why she would want to leave here. But I guess my reasons for staying make up the exact list as to why she wants to leave. My first reason to stay would be my family. I’m blessed to know my dad’s family and so moving to Yorkshire would mean I would see them on a less regular basis, which is never nice. But for my mum, she has no family here whatsoever so I guess she feels lonely. My second reason to stay would be my friends. Despite convincing myself that I don’t actually like people, the people I do like are truly amazing specimens who, for a matter of fact, all live in Manchester. But for my mum, all of her friends live in Leeds which again I can understand as to why she would want to move. She never goes out anymore (mainly because she spends her life working) but it would be nice to see her have a few girls round for a girls’ night in and whatnot.
I guess what I can say is that moving to Leeds for my mum would be much more beneficial in terms of having her family there helping her out, and it shouldn’t really matter to me where she moves because I’m moving out anyway. But for now, I’m staying put here in Manchester, or as it’s sometimes known, Madchester. I’d take the bad weather and good music over Leeds any day!