Country vs City

There is a part of me that feels attracted to country living. It seems so idyllic with it's quiet, peaceful spaces. Neighbours know each other, fields of wheat blow in the wind and you might see a cow or two. I feel a tug when I drive through a small town, with it's quaint general store and narrow sidewalks.  Takes me back to when I was a kid. I can see myself walking through the streets, greeting my neighbours and as I enter the grocery store, I actually know the person bagging my groceries. And when they say hello, they do not have to look at the name on my credit card.  In my mind it is so idyllic.    Then reality sets in. Who am I kidding? I love the vibe in the city.    Every block I drive by is a completely new experience. A mixture of architecture styles, bungalows, two and even three story houses can all be found in close proximity to each other. Three-story walk up apartments, high rises; small grocery stores and office towers are often times neighbours.  Everything is close at hand. Which is huge for me. I am not a commuter at all. Many older neighbourhoods boast gracious homes of times gone by with front porches or a veranda. To me it is eye candy at every turn. I never tire of driving through neighbourhoods.  And when I walk I am at ground level and get to see some of the stories of the people that live there. People's ages can be inferred by the presence of their artifacts. If I see a house with bikes I would guess a younger person lives there and if I see lots of flowerbeds, I would guess an older person lives there. These are generalizations of course, but it's fun to do.  For me, there is no contest at all. Urban wins hands down. Urban suits me to a T.

As you take two minutes to consider peace for our world today, think about where you feel most at home...country or city.