Hmmm, sounds like a very good friend. Pray tell which fair city be this? If it was Inverness, then it would be understandable. It is one of my favourite cities, somewhere I spent many a childhood holiday exploring. At the time tho it had still not reached its city status (I don't think).

Never mind, I am sure your friend will appreciate a visit any time.

Aberdeen.

Should really visit over summer again.

Ah. Not so sure about Aberdeen. Many bad memories from there.

I have good and bad, but I dunno there's something about it that I really love about it.

Mainly bad reasons are down to a single person. Very very ex girlfriend.

Kinda poisoned me against the city.

Not been back since tho to be fair. Maybe should give it a second chance.

Like the new pic by the way. Cute smile

You should. I had a very bad relationship there too, which was one of the factors that made me clinically depressed.

Ah the joys of being in love.

Oh how I miss those feelings of being dumped and the months of self loathing!!!

people are only a phone call away, or due to advances in modern technology, you can contact them through the information superhighway!! plus if things go tits up, you can just use things like these to save conversations... handy eh?

nice pic by the way (see i used one there)

this is a feeling i can understand. and no, modern technology is no replacement for the presence of a real friend.

I hope it passes. . .

So odd. I'd never really thought about a city being a friend before, but I guess that's how I feel about Canterbury. I went to university there, and ended up staying for about a month short of ten years. I still miss the place, but I think I just grew out of needing to be there, and being within the comfort zone of the city and the people I knew there. I guess we grew apart, like a lot of very old friends do, but still get together once in a while to catch up.

So do you go back often? Every time I drive down to Canterbury, there's one particular part of the trip - just before I hit the city, there's a sweeping curve down a hill, and the cathedral comes into view - every time I hit that point, there's this feeling of reconnection, even more so than when I go home to the family in Wales. Regardless of what other reason I'm going there for, just that one moment usually makes the trip worthwhile. Once you get over the painful memories and start remembering Aberdeen for the reasons you wanted to be there, I reckon you'll find that too.

Damn. I've started rambling on again... Haven't been drinking, so I guess it must be the lateness....

Time for bed - nighty night!

I love philadelphia, it makes me that happy. there really is no place like home

I miss old days without divorce and cancer. Just once i want to be that little girl with absolutely no responsibility again

Gorgeous as ever, Emma