This may not be my most pleasant post 🤭 and I will talk about my hometown, Maracay, and most of my Hivian friends are from here, so I hope they don't read me, but there are few good things I can say about this place. On the other hand, this weekend theme seems to be calling me, and I am just now writing a post from my parents' house. I have made an express visit to my home and my city to look for some important papers and in a way to pay homage to my mom, since I worked last Sunday in Caracas, the city where I love to live, and that day was Mother's Day.
I think I should start with the positive. Maracay is the city where I was born and the city where I started to dream big, but since I was very young I knew that if I stayed here my dreams would probably not come true. The only thing that keeps me connected to this city is my family, the only good thing and what I love the most. Coming to my childhood home makes me very happy and the truth is that when I come here I prefer not to leave and just enjoy my family and the nostalgia I feel for being here. It's been eleven years since I moved to the capital and there the feelings of love for the city come naturally to me.
So what happens with Maracay? Well, everything... Let's start with the heat, it seems that this is the closest place to the sun on earth. I am a lover of architecture and cities that enhance them, and the old buildings are beautiful, I can not deny it, but hardly keep them in good condition, in fact the economy and the Venezuelan crisis has not been kind to Maracay, every time I come is depressing to find a new business that closed and places that in my childhood were very special and today are ruins before the eyes of all. I don't know what people who live here think, but people are less friendly in the streets, especially in public transportation, but what can I say, I think I would also live bitter if I had to be in this city. I love cities that look like cities, with tall and beautiful buildings like Caracas, Medellin or Madrid, but here there is only one building that stands out and can be seen from any point of the city, the one you can see in the first picture and in the picture below.
Yes, I don't like my hometown, and I have less and less desire to come, in fact many unpleasant things happened to me here and seeing these places hurt me even deep down, instead in Caracas I did everything right from the beginning and every corner seems pleasant to me. I can not overlook the place where my dad had his accident, an avenue that forces us to walk it because it is the connection between the city and the neighborhood where we live and now I also hate the hospital, the place where dad died. Living in Caracas I have the best of Maracay, my good friends, who even though they live here have no limits to meet us anywhere and have a good time. As long as I have my mom with me I imagine I will keep coming, or maybe life will smile on me and I can take her out of here 😅 what is for sure is for seeing the new family cat sitting at the table and thinking they will serve her food there is something that makes it worth coming to Maracay 😹
I think I should start with the positive. Maracay is the city where I was born and the city where I started to dream big, but since I was very young I knew that if I stayed here my dreams would probably not come true. The only thing that keeps me connected to this city is my family, the only good thing and what I love the most. Coming to my childhood home makes me very happy and the truth is that when I come here I prefer not to leave and just enjoy my family and the nostalgia I feel for being here. It's been eleven years since I moved to the capital and there the feelings of love for the city come naturally to me.
So what happens with Maracay? Well, everything... Let's start with the heat, it seems that this is the closest place to the sun on earth. I am a lover of architecture and cities that enhance them, and the old buildings are beautiful, I can not deny it, but hardly keep them in good condition, in fact the economy and the Venezuelan crisis has not been kind to Maracay, every time I come is depressing to find a new business that closed and places that in my childhood were very special and today are ruins before the eyes of all. I don't know what people who live here think, but people are less friendly in the streets, especially in public transportation, but what can I say, I think I would also live bitter if I had to be in this city. I love cities that look like cities, with tall and beautiful buildings like Caracas, Medellin or Madrid, but here there is only one building that stands out and can be seen from any point of the city, the one you can see in the first picture and in the picture below.
Yes, I don't like my hometown, and I have less and less desire to come, in fact many unpleasant things happened to me here and seeing these places hurt me even deep down, instead in Caracas I did everything right from the beginning and every corner seems pleasant to me. I can not overlook the place where my dad had his accident, an avenue that forces us to walk it because it is the connection between the city and the neighborhood where we live and now I also hate the hospital, the place where dad died. Living in Caracas I have the best of Maracay, my good friends, who even though they live here have no limits to meet us anywhere and have a good time. As long as I have my mom with me I imagine I will keep coming, or maybe life will smile on me and I can take her out of here 😅 what is for sure is for seeing the new family cat sitting at the table and thinking they will serve her food there is something that makes it worth coming to Maracay 😹
