City Chic
I love cities.
Years spent holidaying in the wilds, cycling into gale-force winds,
peering at sunsets on promontories, being chased by dogs and annoyed
by flies finally convinced me.
City life is the only way for me to go.
Melbourne is being praised as a vibrant place to live these days.
This is not really how it looks to the everyday eye, but I found
a gemoetric harmony everywhere in this town.
posted by Tales from the Birch Wood. at
11:59
2 Comments:
Talk about culture shock -- we moved from the Big City (Chicago) to a rural development. After three years, we gave up & moved to the heart of a small city, which has suited us just fine.
I think where one lives as a child directs choices in later life.
I miss the presence of so many people when I leave the city.
Probably because I lived on the edge of small towns to start with.
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