I read something quite surprising in last weekend’s papers: something like 80% of the population wishes they lived in the country. That seems an awful lot – doesn’t it?
I am firmly in that remaining 20% that does not want to live anywhere near the country. I’m a big city girl and that is absolutely fine by me, fantastic in fact. The bigger the city, the happier I am. Except for
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Perhaps this is because of the rather unique situation
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You may have guessed by now that I am more of an inside kinda-girl and you would be right. I am not even involved in mowing our lawn or anything to do with gardening. It’s too muddy and dirty and I just can’t comprehend why anyone would want to spend too long messing around with nature. I like staying clean and being entertained by new media, not by tractors and dogs (ugh!).
So I will definitely never want to move to the country. Cities are what I grew up in and what I love – with their museums and shops and coffee houses and great restaurants. I even like the hustle and bustle of the cities and can not for the life of me figure out why anyone would trade all of that to live in an old cottage in the middle of nowhere where it’s too quiet and nothing to do. They might not even have broadband access out there – yikes!