I visited Bristol over the weekend, As I strolled from Bristol Temple Meads, through Harbourside, to Cabot Circus. waves of emotions washed over me as memories flowed. Tbh, Bristol will always feel like home to me.
In the years leading up to my time in Bristol, I’ve always live in noise, chaos, never-ending drama of Lagos. However, Bristol transformed serenity from a mere noun to a vibrant verb, becoming the very essence of my existence. I fell deeper in love with my running, writing, and my fashion style.
Picture the scene: early morning runs, a blissful symphony of birds —it was a manual reset for my soul. Beyond merely a city, Bristol served as my crash course in forging friendships, and stepping out of my comfort zone. Despite my initial arrival without a familiar face, the people, the culture, and the bonds I formed quickly turned Bristol into a place filled with unforgettable memories. Among them, the pinnacle was hosting the AFRO FESTIVAL BRISTOL— a memory that screamed, “You’ve found your new home!”
But, as life often does, it threw a curveball my way in January 2023 – an irresistible urge to trade Bristol’s charm for the hustle of London. London was different, fast-paced, and at times, reminds me of Lagos. While being closer to family and Love of my life was comforting, it meant starting anew in a different city, the thought of returning to Bristol frequently visited my mind, it was an inner battle. At times, I felt like the Israelites in the deserts longing for the familiar taste of lettuce and other vegetables they had in Egypt.
Wandering through Bristol’s streets this weekend, I found myself immersed in wave of memories—a testament to the journey since I moved. It brought to light how God answers prayers and how the worries of then and now are galaxies apart. Looking back, I’m beyond grateful for the leap I took. It’s a reminder that things grow, that we are all dancing with the future, and the dots connect when we glance over our shoulders.
Michael Okunloro | Elevate Your Style 