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I love the city. I keep thinking I'm going to grow out of it, like most of my pants. But no... I really love the city. And this is even more surprising, because I don't really like people very much. For the most part, I could be super happy spending most of my time with just my dog, chickens, and that guy I married a while back.
I like the convenience of a city. I like having "access" and the feeling of community. I like the noisy bustle during the day and the quieter bustle at night. I like that I can see foreign films in a movie theatre (not that I do, but hey if I ever did...). I like that I could eat out at a different restaurant 365 days a year, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and probably barely scratch the surface of the foodie realm. I like that there is live music, theatre, and performance art. I like that there are crazy weirdos on the corners. I like the houses, well, the pretty ones. I like the culture.
But by nature, I think a part of me will always feel most at home at a place like this one. A place where you spend more time with dirt under your fingernails, than freshly polished. A place where time isn't accounted for by the tick tock of a clock, but by the milking of cows. A place where denim isn't a fashion statement, but pure practicality. A place where you sow what you grow, and you eat what you harvest, and it's marvelously unmodified. A place where you see something other than haze in the night sky, and where you hear nature knocking instead of your neighbor. A place full of life and nourishment and cultivation, wholesome and healthy and sustainable.
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Or, just play this video on repeat for a little Saturday morning therapy!
Have a healthy weekend.
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