I love Hamilton. Not just cause I grew up here, but I love the whole vibe of this city. Real. Beautiful. Raw. As my friend Adrian said a few weeks ago…
Hamilton is like a vintage jacket. Tattered in areas perhaps, but also boasts some VERY nice pockets. Depends on what you’re looking for I guess.
I like that sentiment. You could choose to see the frayed bits and the scars from past wear or you can choose to see how those things make this city into a treasured, vintage item. Personally, I choose the latter.
