I live in the suburbs, always have. Only once, for a brief 2-year stint, can I say I lived in the country, and it wasn’t middle of nowhere country, but we couldn’t see our neighbors’ houses so I count it. I dream of moving somewhere when I become a certain age. It might be retirement or before, but when I dream of moving, I can’t decide: city or country.
Geeky Girl and I are in a city right now, and as we were walking around downtown, I said, “I do really like cities.” And she said,”I do too.” And then I said, but sometimes I also think I’d like to be in the country. She gave me a look, “You know how I feel about nature.” Yes, I do. She did not like our camping adventure.
Because I have always lived in the suburbs, I honestly don’t know if I would really like the other ends of the spectrum. There are pros and cons to both. On the pro side for the country: dogs would love it; it would be quiet; I could grow vegetables; and the scenery would be beautiful. On the con side: commute might suck (for work or groceries); nightlife might be non-existent; far from friends; and bugs. The city, too, has pros and cons. On the pro side: walking distance to culture and food; no yard work; public transportation; and activities galore. On the con side: higher crime; dog care more challenging; commute might suck; and might be expensive.
Honestly, the older I get, the more I lean toward the country. I envision sitting on a front porch in a rocker, watching the creek flow. And for now, all of it is just a dream anyway. Moving is not anywhere in the cards. For now, I will visit these extremes, and maybe one or the other option will start to solidify for me.