For four years of my life I’ve been lucky enough to say I live in Bristol but the time has come to put down my can of Thatchers and pack up my suitcase. I’m relocating from Bristol to London this weekend and I found myself reminiscing over the most incredible life events that have happened in our gert lush city.
I discovered truly fine Ales
…in the fine establishments that we love in the evening and hate in the morning, many a night has been lost on King Street but many a friend gained. No doubt London will be able to settle such an ongoing thirst, but the familiar faces both behind and infront of the bars will be sorely missed. Getting a beer in with the pub landlord, Al Murray in the Bristol Bavarian Beerhouse was way up there.
I learnt from the best in Bristol.
Bristol is a digital bubble with companies dotted around the city producing groundbreaking work. When I came to Bristol, I was a grad with a hefty student loan and a new job in a digital agency next to Castle Park, I leave Bristol still with a hefty student loan but knowing I was given a chance to establish myself here. To learn at my own pace and overcome my own battles without jumping on the train back home. I have worked with sensational leaders who have taught me to be confident, perseverant and forthright. I have been given opportunities to work with some incredible organisations who have flown me across Europe for projects. That was awesome.
I proved my impossible, possible
…by running my first ever half marathon in the streets of Bristol back in 2013. I attended organised training events in Ashton Court ran by elite coaches and relied heavily on a strong support base of fellow Bristol runners on social media. I don’t believe I would have gotten this elsewhere. I got good at running up hills just because there was no other damn choice.
I came face to face with a Banksy
…at the Antiques Roadshow in Ashton Court. It doesn’t get more Bristol than that. Bristol is the kind of place where cool stuff happens all the time and we just get used to it. A festival for hot air balloons in the Bristol Balloon Fiesta, okay. Water slide down Park Street, yeah, standard.
I discovered the country
….whether it was from the top of Cabot Tower looking out to rolling fields or cycling along the old railway line on the Bristol to Bath cycle path. I loved volunteering for the launch of Bristol as the official title holder of being a Green City. I learnt to be better by bike, never thought I’d cycle from Bristol to Glastonbury in 2015.
I learnt to give back in Bristol
I volunteered and placed myself in situations where I could actually help other people. I got involved with Bristol GoodGym who sent us on missions from St Werburghs, Easton, Clifton, Redland and got me familiar with the streets of Bristol. I learnt about the streets where people needed more help, I volunteered for youth clubs where I met some inspirational people who I will never forget.
I learnt to challenge and be challenged
…by attending lectures at the Wills Memorial Building as part of Festival of Ideas or spoken word events, story nights, slam poetry, lunchtime talks and thought provoking art exhibitions. I learnt that Bristol is an open-minded and diverse city that embraces discussion, individuality and the sharing of a story. You can carve our own space out in this city, I wasn’t expecting to be able to do that here.
Now that I’m leaving it, I can truly see the prosperity, altruism and ambition that this city offers.
Thanks for the memories and the life lessons, Bristol.