Your Hometown.

I don't know if I posted on this already. Oh well.
I'm from Upper Marlboro, Maryland in the US. I don't know exactly what to say about it. The majority of the people that live there are wealthy African Americans. 80% of the population is African American. It's a part of Prince Georges county that I must admit has a reputation of high crime. When I was there the only crime we faced was a truck stolen, but I've heard of worse from others. It's also not too far from Washington DC which can be pretty bad because you will definitely see the poverty that America wants to ignore in places like DC and Baltimore. Baltimore is pretty rough and their crime and drug rates regarding crack-cocaine is really high. There are a lot of crack born babies in the area with high birth mortality rates. Lot's of African Americans live there too. Actually, Maryland is a state that has some of the most African Americans living there based on density. They have some of the most African descendents (closer descendants than African Americans brought by slavery) there too, so black or African pride is taken really seriously there. Which also explains why I'm the way I am, hence my signature and avatar. But Maryland is a money area and if you don't have money, you don't want to live there. That's why their taxes are 6% because everything else is fucking expensive. Maryland is a really fun place to go too. Somethings always happening there.

To be honest, I really miss where I lived. So many memories. I love it so much better than this damn state I live in now. I really want to move back to Maryland. I'll take all the bad with it because every state has a bad place. I just really miss and cherish the good it has.

Well, there's a lot of old people. Everyone at my school either lives in Ridgeview or Lyndhurst. Everyone is pretty much related in some way or other. There are more cows than people. The nearest mall is an hour away.

And I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I live in a town called Newton Abbot in Devon, England.
I fucking hate it.
Full of 15 year old sluts (and I don't use that word lightly). Ugly place (and this is coming from a photographer who finds beauty in most locations). Far too many chavs. Local ASDA is overrun by teens sat outside cos it's apparently the cool place to hang out. Too many shitty charity shops and churches when most of us are atheists anyway.
I dunno, I have so many bad things to say about my town. I actually love Devon but we're the shithole of Devon.
Suppose the only decent thing is the park/woods.

I live in a market town in Suffolk and theres like a.. relatively large population going on apparently, but we seem to get alot of teenage pregnancy (no offense to anyone :3) drug related violence and uhm.. pub closures?? Thats about it really.

My university is basically in the Bedfordshire area and its mostly alright.. I know where to tread and where to stay the hell away from, haha.. Some of the people are nice, but I get freaked out easily.. Plus I live near my uni for like.. 8 months of the year or something. :3

Wow, everyone's stories are so interesting! I've always wondered what it would be like to live somewhere else.
My hometown (also where I currently reside now) gets a worse rep than it deserves. It's right on the border of Indiana and Ohio, but only an hour and a half drive to Indianapolis, and ten minutes to Dayton. There are tons of people here, and three colleges. Half of the town is artsy, and the other half are into drugs. As soon as you cross the city limits (on any side) there is nothing but corn fields and shitty metal bands. The music scene is absolutely horrible. There have only been a handful of good bands (including Foxy Shazam- I was at their first shows).
My town is just so big and broad and there are such extreme sides of any spectrum. All kinds of people and cultures.
The thing I like the most is that people are generally friendly. It's one of those towns where you smile, wave, or nod when you cross someone on the street. It's a big, developed town with the country small town attitude.
I've been to Chicago, Los Angeles, New York- all the big cities- and I've never been so taken aback by how rude people can be. Richmond is like the complete opposite of that.
I love my hometown.

I was born and have lived in Amsterdam, i LOVED it but just moved to Aruba a month ago for a few years because my work wanted me too.

Aruba feels more like hme cause my family lives here and the people are just adorable and amazing and so helpful, but i love the city and nightlife and thats something aruba doesnt really have its just more relaxed.

I'm from one of many little villages surrounding a town called Louth in North Lincolnshire. It's a very rural area; the villages are particularly isolated from any sort of hustle and bustle. Louth's nice though, if a little boring. But it's amazing how being away from home can make you miss it, despite how much you complain about it when you're there. Last year I was dying to get out of the middle of nowhere and come to Newcastle, but now that I'm here (and don't get me wrong; I love it here), I really miss the fields and the quietness.

I live in two places. The town I grew up in is a pretty little town in North Yorkshire, but, like everywhere else, it's expanding and the tiny population of 6000 is growing. This kind of upsets me - I don't like big places with lots of people. It's still nice there, though. I'm a few minutes walk away from my favourite views in the world and it's nice to take the dogs and a camera and just chill out for an hour or two.

The second place is my university town in Wales. I guess it's a nice place, with cute surroundings overlooking the sea, but it's three hours away from anywhere so any decent shopping is done online. It's also six hours away from my hometown, which makes transporting pets and possessions pretty difficult. I'm probably a little biased though - I do get quite homesick

I live in Texas, a small town outside Galveston. I was born here (well delivered in Galveston but conceived and brought back) and raised here. My parents took me away for a few years to visit the country side but I returned when I was ten. I'm down the street where both my parents grew up and met each other. I love it here, it's home.

When its a quiet night I can hear the waves of the bay crashing on the shoreline. The air smells like salt and fish but I grown used to it. I only live a few houses from the shoreline and I can see the bay through the windows. Its beautiful here. One thing I have always noted was how green it is here. The grass, the palm trees and even the wild parrots are green. There's crime but in my immediate block we are pretty safe.

I hate how sex offenders live all around this town. How my bus stop a young girl was raped a few years ago. I hate how the police found a dead body across the street, the poor man wasting away in his own vehicle. I hate how there is hookers at the corner stores, and they hide out in the old mattress factory. I hate the stray animals that have to starve. Most of all I hate the stealing.

Even with all that I love it here. I know who not to talk to, where not to go or what to to do. I can disguise myself with them so I'm not a target. My town has so much history. There was even a fossil of a mammoth found down the street. We are close and we will help each other. That's who we are. This bay runs through my veins and I will die here, buried with my family. I wouldn't trade this town for anything.

I've lived in Dearborn, MI most of my life. It's the hometown of Henry Ford, so there's a lot of history here. The main Ford factory is across the street from my old high school. My friends and I love going for walks in the woods near the Ford Estates. No one lives in there now, but they're used for tour purposes now mainly. Either way, it's still beautiful over there; especially in the spring and summer.

The neighboring cities by me are Detroit and Inkster. Let's just say it's not wise to walk alone at night unless you have a blade on you. To be honest, I hate living where I live. I'm sick of only having two seasons -- winter and construction season. Eventually, I plan on moving out west. It would happen for a long time, though. Oh well! Schade!

I live right outside of Winchester, Virginia. If anyone even knows where that is.

It actually kind of sucks. We have one community college here in town, but their dorms and everything are spread all over downtown. Everything's always crowded. And it seems we have a lot of people into 'swag' and everything here. Don't even get me started on that.

But it's a kind of small town. We're a couple hours from DC. We even have our Apple Blossom Festival the first week of May, and we even get out of school that Friday for it. Gotta love town holidays.

Wiscasset. Middle of nowhere. Honestly it's a really small town. It's called the "Prettiest village in Maine" and it's a joke. Full of antique shops, which is fine, really, but when you're a teenager... Not fun.

Now that I don't live there, I love it. I love going and visiting my mom, just being there because it's so fresh. And you can actually see the stars at night.
Which might just be one of the few upsides. Another upside is this little restaurant called Red's Eats. It's a seafood place but they also serve hot dogs and they're amazing. Honestly, if you want a lobster roll, and you're in Maine, go there.

Downside: MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. There's really nothing to do there.

I really do love it though.

I used to live in a little province in the Philippines where the ocean was a block or two to the left, and my grandpa's farm was one and a half kilometres to the right. I now live in Canada, but I still consider my childhood hometown my real hometown.

I'm from a Dutch founded island in the Thames estuary, which most people don't believe when I say it but it does exist, called Canvey Island in Essex in England. We have that common problem with kids hanging outside shops being douche bags but that's gone down alot in the last four years, I think it's because the schools have gotten better. I like the beach even though everyone else hates it, which means it's empty all the time. I quite like my hometown even though most people hate it.
And by the way, The Only Way Is Essex is nothing like the area I'm from at all, but Essex is quite big really.

What is definition of "hometown"? Is it the town of which you were born, or the one inwhich you currently live?

I was born in an incredibly small town (pop. 100) in the middle of South Dakota. It was a crazy place, full of retired outlaws, bikers, and eccentric characters. It wasn't a place you lived it was a place you survived.
It was unbareably hot, and unbareably cold, and everything died, even the trees. But the sunsets were unbelievable, and the sky before a thunderstorm was low, and dense, thick with the scent of ozone, and glowed green.
And when it rained, it was in fat drops that fell strait down, and it mixed with the cracked clay ground, making the mud filmy like it was full of oil.
And I remember the dust, everything was so dusty, and so dry.
I miss the prairie sometimes, the solitude of hay feilds... unable to even see a moutain to obstruct the shear vastness of nothingness.

Where I live now is a small town (pop. 1,400?) on the Oregon central coast.
I suppose it's "quaint". There isn't much in the way of an event schedule, tourist come here to crab or fish. There are two grocery stores, a few tourist traps, several bars, or lounges, several churches, a bank, drug store, pharmacy, a few restaurants, a video store (the best one I've ever been to, and the saving grace of this godforsaken place), after that it's all meth and crack houses, dog fights, and prostitution.
My neighborhood is called dubbed "Oldtown" or "The Mudflats".
It's semi industrial, there is a glass shop and auto shop across the street, and next to those an assisted living home for the physically or mentally handicapped.
There's a lot drugs here, and drag racing.
The drugs are usually pretty lowkey until a bust, but the drag racing is annoying as hell in the summer when you're trying to sleep.
It is very wet, and green, and incredibly windy.

Well, I moved from my hometown four years ago. I'll tell you about my hometown and my current town, which I consider home.

My hometown is a small town on the southern coast of Rhode Island. It's cute, but the people aren't. There's kind of a lack of community. It isn't much, and there isn't a lot to do there. There's a town beach. There's more schools than necessary. It's a boring town.

My current town is a small town in southeastern Massachusetts. We call ourselves the football town with a drinking problem. Most of the people here smoke pot. I like it here, the people are cuter, nicer, weirder and they like sports more. I feel like I belong here more. I have more love for this town than I like to admit. It's close enough to Providence and Boston. It's nice. I don't know. I could see myself moving away and coming back.

I live in a mid-size suburban town in MA that is really nice, 2 biggest pool in the country, the first chocolate factory in the country was here, cool stuff.

Need I explain? So glad I moved from there when I was 7/8. Um, the grand wizard/whatever they're called lived two houses down from me. Yeah.

I live in Middleburg, Florida, which is literally only named that because it's right in the middle between Jacksonville and Gainesville. It's full of rednecks but it could be much worse in terms of hicktown-ness, if that makes sense.

Avoca, New York. Wikipedia says our population is over 1000 people higher than it actually is. The only important things you need to know is that everyone is two faced and that the scenery is the only nice thing. That and we're virtually empty on the weekends because everyone goes to Bath or Hornell to get high or shitfaced. I really don't like it here.