I've always said I was a city girl through and through. I've never gotten over the excitement, the newness around every corner, the anonymity without ever being alone, the feeling that there is always something To Do, and everyone is busy doing it.
But every once in awhile, I miss the quieter places I've lived in. I miss drinking coffee on my parents' front porch, and watching a mist settle over the hills in the distance. I miss walking down a tree-lined street, cherry blossoms falling at my feet. I miss the exhilaration of looking over the country from a high place and having it take my breath away.
Which makes me wonder...
J and I talk a lot about where we might live someday. We list city after city after city. And lately, the smaller cities, and even some towns, have made it into the discussion.
Because I like the idea of a tree-lined street, with a coffee shop and a bookstore within walking distance. I like the idea of a backyard just big enough for a garden and maybe some chickens. I like the idea of a nearby park for dog walking and baby strolling. I like the idea of breathing in morning air that just arrived on the clouds and hasn't yet been breathed in by anyone else.
Maybe we'll end up at the edge of a small city. Who knows? That's half the fun. But in my mind, it looks a little something like this:
City, country, or town?