So how's it gonna feel when I leave this town?

i love sheffield. honestly, i really do. but right this second, i want out. if only for a little while. i just want to go away for a bit. but then, if i did, i'd be dying to come back. i need this polluted city air in my lungs to survive. it's a lifeline. i keep questioning whether i've done the right thing. i'm suffocated here, but at the same time i'm free. i need it. it's home. it's been the last nineteen years. it's where everyone drinks hendersons relish like it'll stop being made. where you can only get the greatest cheeseburger in the world three days a week. where all the good tours miss out, and i moan and groan about it for days on end. where it'll cost me £4.30 if i want to go further than hillsborough on the bus. where everyone understands my accent, it's not a novelty. where breadcakes are exactly that and i'm not lost in dialect translation. i can complain about this place to the stars and back, but i know deep down, i'll always love it. it's always going to be home, no matter how far i run, or how much i pull away, it'll draw me back, somehow. it's where everyone is. all those people who've helped make me what i am today. every single one of them is confined within the limits of this city, until they all disappear. but, i know they'll be pulled back by that magnetic force. it's where i'll feel most comfortable and like myself. it's home.