Today marks the official 1 week count down before I move to the South.
It is no surprise to anyone that I am a true Northerner at heart and honestly, I think my boyfriend must have tricked and blinded me (admittedly with love) to somehow get me to agree to leave the most wonderful part of the country.
Before I leave, I think I have to get it out of my system. Before I leave the North, I need to speak openly and honestly about what I’ll miss… in order to hold it against my boyfriend forever. I kid. I’ll just miss it – a lot.
Things I’ll miss about the North:
1) My friends and family
I have the GREATEST friends and family in the world and I’d truly be nothing without them. However, there’s these wonderful things called trains and cars that will get be back up North in no time if I need them so I can (just about) survive without them.
2) The food
Pies, gravy, pork scratchings, ketchup with everything,
proper tea, a non-posh full English, pints for less than a fiver, and pies. The fact you can’t get a proper meat and potato pie fills my heart with sorrow.
3) The prices
My boyfriend told me that he would only even considering proposing once we had bought our own house. I replied: ‘Well that’s brilliant Matthew, I’m so glad I know that now and we’re about to move to one of the most affordable parts of the country.’ NOT.
House prices, food prices, the price of a pint, the general cost of living is pretty ridiculous and I will forever be making this face and going ‘HOW MUCH?!’ until they give up their silly pretences and drop their pints to £3 or under!
4) The greenery
I am moving to ‘England’s greenest county’, Surrey, however, I’m not sure it compares to the likes of the beautiful Lancashire with its beaches, national parks and of course, the Lake District. And as for the likes of London… I’m sure there’s a tree growing amongst the smoke and chimney sweep dust right?
4) The honesty and integrity of the Northern people
My favourite thing about people of the North is they literally say things as it is. My best friend Darcie will have no qualms in telling me what I’m wearing looks disgusting and to go and change immediately. Initially, it seems quite harsh, however, it is the honesty that saves you embarrassment in the end. I can’t speak for all Northerners – but the ones I know are honest, straight talking and most of all friendly!
5) The friendliness of Northerners
The first time I went on the tube with my boyfriend he told me to stop smiling at people because I looked crazy. I LOOKED CRAZY?! I decided at that moment, I’d rather look crazy than miserable because God know, Southerners do not smile enough.
I feel like the best measure of friendliness is on public transport. For example, buses and trams in the North: You’re short of change, someone will offer you 10p. You’re greeting with ‘love, duck, or pet’ by the bus driver. People will offer to carry your bags, offer you a seat and make polite small talk.
Buses and trams in the South: No one will make eye contact with you. You could be pregnant, in a wheelchair, and simultaneously having a stroke and no one will offer you a seat. If you’re scrambling around for change, you’ll hear huffing and puffing the occasional ‘hurry the fuck up’. You have to stand at a certain side of the escalator so people can push past you. I mean – seriously?! Who is in that much of a rush when the tube comes every 2 minutes anyway.
I could go on, but I promised myself I’d stick to only 5 things or else I’ll go into early-onset-mourning and will be in a mood for the rest of the week. The beautiful North, I will miss you dearly but fear not – I am on a mission to come back (you’ve been warned Matt).
The North Remembers…
Positive of the day: I am going to spend a day in the North with one of my best friends and we may go and explore the greenery I will miss so much later!