Go West!

For those of you who are living under a very large rock, it is likely that you will be surprised over the fact that I grew up in Brampton, and I still call the place my hometown. Over the eleven years that I have spent living away from there, I have wondered what life has become out west.

I remember a visit that I took about four years ago, as we were passing through the city on our way back from Mississauga, and Mike was rather miffed at the idea of living in this growing suburb. He stressed that this wasn't exactly a riveting place to be in, and a teenage mother agreed with his overtures, cussing away in order to counter my romantic nuances on a Brampton Transit bus.

I recently had to go back there in a series of vain visits to my cellular service provider's retail location, as they still can't provide the proper service I wanted. This was also a mixed experience as it seems that my memories have no connection or relation to what my hometown is now.

Over a decade after moving from the place where I was bred, I wondered whether if change really was a good thing in this aspect.