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Cardiff, obviously, and if you don't know where it is then you are DOING LIFE WRONG. Cardiff is my OTC (One True City): it's my Rift City, my baby, and my home. It's beautiful and grubby and easygoing and PEOPLE. So many, many people: people I adore and people I bump into and people I haven't met yet. It's lazy Sunday evenings at the Bay and giggly 4am meanders for ice cream and silly Monday nights at Milgi; it's good food with good friends, and long nights watching filming, and letting your soup go cold to entertain a stranger's baby. It's sitting down for dinner as Jack Harkness and the Doctor run past; it's walking a drunken, sobbing stranger home at 11pm and finding laughter and friends in common; it's running through the park in Halloween darkness and shrieking 'DON'T BLINK!' at the stone-struck angels.

It's the elegant white points of the Millennium Stadium piercing the sky like broken umbrella spines (Cardiff, umbrella-killer), it's the silver fountain covered with strawberries in summer, it's the sluggish blue-grey swirl of the river, the sea of red on match day, and the dazzling arched-bronze-back of the theatre. Cardiff is the Squint and the skating, the blue-white dazzle of Christmas lights, the new shops and the old arcades, picnics and peacocks in the castle.

Cardiff is comforting and exciting all at once, like an old, good friend: you can get lost in it but still know your way home at the end. Funny, chattery, friendly and indisputably odd, with good food and new places to go, it's my perfect friend in urban form even as it's murky, side-street-sprawling and scarred in strange places.

I don't have a tattoo, but Cardiff is scrawled indelibly on my heart.

(Second choice would probably be London, but ENGLAND IS NOT MY COUNTRY. Wales is my country. <333)

Other stuff I've scribbled about this stupid, amazing place is:
A City In Seventeen Lines
and Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau (at the bottom)
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Fy enw i ydy Bethan Cable a dw i’n bymtheg un oed. Dw i’n mynd i ysgol Bassaleg, a dw i’n astudio celf, tecstiliau, ffraneg a hanes at TGAU.
Yn y dyfodol, hoffwn i fod yn arlunydd mewn Disney.
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Es i i gartref cŵn ar brofiad gwaith ym mis Mehefin. Y dydd gyntaf, roedd rhaid i fi godi am wyth o’r gloch. Gadawais i’r ty am hanner awr wedi wyth. Es i mewn car gyda fy nhad. Roedd hi’n braf. Teimlais i’n hyderus ond teimlais i’n tipyn bach yn nerfus, a roeddwn i’n hapus achos doeddwn i ddim yn yr ysgol.
Dechreuais i’n gynnar, am chwarter i naw. Yn y bore cwddais i a’r rheolwraig, Sue, ac un o’r gweithwyr, Rhian. Helpais i glanhau’r cenelau a bwydo’r cŵn. Mwynheuais i’r bwydo ond roedd popeth arall yn ddiflas.
Amser cinio, am un o’r gloch, ces i brechdanau, creision a siocled yn yr ystafell y staff. Yn yr prynhawn cerddaid i’r cŵn. Roedd e’n hwyl on yn flinedig. Roeddwn i’n falch i orffen. Gorffenais i am bedwar o’r gloch. Es i i’r adref mewn car gyda fy mam a fy mrawd.
Yr ail wythnos roedd hi’n heulog felly nofiai i yn yr pwll nofio yn nhy y heolwr. Roeddwn i’n brwsio’r cŵna a gweithiais i mewn swyddfa, a gweithias i gyda cathod, a roeddwn ni’n dwli fe.
Ar ddiwedd y pythefnos roeddwn i’n wedi blino’n lan ond yn hapus. Roedd hi’n hwyl a teimlai i’n fwy aeddfed. Roeddwen i’n falch i fod allan o’r ysgol. Roedd e’n gwaith anodd ond ces i lawer o hwyl. Er, dysgais i hoffwn i ddim gweithio’n llawn amswer yn yr awyr agored.

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