I'm a small-town girl.
I'm living in a big city.
Somehow this just doesn't add up.
Oh, it's not that I don't enjoy living in a place where there's always something to do, people actually outnumber chickens, and everybody doesn't know my name (and my business), but sometimes I feel pangs of homesickness when I look around me and see something like this
|Noisy, noisy traffic and not enough trees.|
(Photo courtesy of Scott Meltzer, Public Domain Pictures)
instead of this
|Peaceful, idyllic woods. Note the abundance of trees and the curious lack of cars.|
(Photo courtesy of David Wagner, Public Domain Pictures)
I grew up surrounded by the woods, and I miss it. There's something almost otherworldly about the loud silence of the wind blowing through the trees and the birds calling to each other and the chipmunks chattering as they scamper across the pine needles and fallen leaves. I always felt creative when I hiked the trails or sat down on half-rotted, mushroom-covered logs, just breathing in the mossy scent. I miss lying on my back and watching as hundreds of trees scratch their limbs against the sky. I miss so many things.
(Except the ticks. I don't miss the ticks. Would you?)
In all seriousness, though, what it boils down to is this: I grew up with the woods literally in my backyard, and I didn't realize until I left home just how important it was to me. To paraphrase glam metal band Cinderella, you don't know that you got the woods until it's gone.
I would love it if someone could find a way to plunk all those trees down in my backyard here in the city. Then I would have the best of both worlds.
And that sounds pretty perfect to me.
What about you? Are you small-town or big-city at heart? What do you miss?