I’ll probably never fully be able to understand it or explain it.
I was born and raised in small towns but I feel most at home in the city. Always have.
I remember as a kid going to Portland – a small city that I thought of as a “big city” back then. It always gave me a thrill. I loved the traffic and freeways and tall buildings and bustle.
I loved the fashion. I loved the movement.
I’ve never been to a city I didn’t love, although I’ve travelled in cities all over the world in both developed and developing countries.
But no matter where they are, cities captivate me.
The countryside is gorgeous and I adore the mountains… but I’m happy to seek rest there and then return to “normalcy” in the city where life bursts from the seams and sidewalks are filled with diversity and rhythm.
I’ve always known I would be a city girl.
As an adult I understand the pull a bit more:
I love the nations and they way they melt into urban centers and yet still bring with them so much culture and interest. (There’s a togetherness in the separateness–and a separateness in the togetherness–which I love.)
I love the beauty they offer – the art, the music, the theater, the style.
I love that they are a microcosm and a snapshot of the nation at large.
I love that they are the seat of power and government and commerce and education.
I love them so much that I find it hard to understand why anyone would want to live anywhere else.
And yet after seven years of living in the city I’m once again living in a small town (and have for the last four years).
We’ve never really been a great fit – the small town and I.
And yet I know I’m where I should be – my small town by the sea.
If I’m lucky, someday I’ll live in my city by the sea.
Sydney would do just fine.
Q for you: Are you a city person or a small town person?
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