I’ve always liked going out into the country. The clean streets, the beautiful scenery, trees, flowers, animals, friendly people. But I don’t last too long in the country. After about a week, I get an urge to return to the city. Without the city, it’s like I’m missing my heart. There’s no beat in me. Without the city, I don’t feel very alive. So while I enjoy the country, my heart belongs to the city. The tall buildings, the subways, the great food, all the people melting one into another. The city makes me feel alive. The city challenges me, while the country doesn’t. There’s so much energy in the city. An energy which I respond to, and from which I draw energy. A country woman I’ll never be. The city dwells within every inch of my being. Without the city, I’d die.
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