We get off the bus after traveling for nine hours and for the first time I experience how a city really has it’s own smell. As we arrive in Borås all my senses are open and I feel more aware of the town than ever before because I want to show him everything. And so the smell that hits me is a very familiar one.
It’s a smell full of memories of the forest I played in as a kid, friends that came and went. Of my school and how sick I was of it in the end, the tears when I graduated – of teenage anxiety and love. Of my first job and of laughters and mistakes, fights and hugs. The bars I had too much to drink at and the spot where my best friend walked right into a lamp post.
It smells like home.
As I grew older I couldn’t wait to get away. Borås was a rainy town, and it felt too small. Everyone knew each other and we were just sick of it. I moved to Gothenburg and later to Sundsvall.
The city really comes alive in spring and summer, and now when I visit – I love Borås. It’s situated beautifully by the river Viskan and they’ve really taken advantage of that. The walkway and park along the water is beautiful, and the restaurants where you can sit and enjoy food & beer just by the water are very well established.
The benches in town have solar panels and USB ports so that people can charge their phones. To promote people to not throw cigarett butts on the ground their ash trays have built in voting polls. There’s a lot of trash bins around, many of them with separate bins for paper, plastic and bottles / cans you can get a return on. Overall I think the city does a great job!
And then there’s the art. Oh my the art.