Would you rather live in a big city or small town?
I've had a taste of both.
I grew up in very rural Virginia in the Appalachian Mountains. I'm talking about the sort of places you see in horror stories... No cell phone signal, dirt roads, mountain men. Places where the library is also the school is also the old folk's home. Places where you can just feel the hills are seeped in magic, and culture, and history. It is here that still has a method closest in speech to Old English in the entire world, the remnants of pronunciation salvaged by its isolation. This is a place that only in recent years has the local witch doctor been replaced by an MD. It's a land of wonder and inspiration, bibles and kudzu.
Now, I live between San Diego and LA. Culture, here, is unavoidable... It seems everyone is from somewhere else. The streets are full, the nights busy. The air and the water are toxic. People are living on top of one another it seems and privacy was given up long ago. There is so much to do here, so many things to see and experience that it can almost be overwhelming for a country girl like me. But, I do love all the stimulation and chances for learning. I'd like to think that somewhere on these crowded streets is someone who shares my interests, and I'm sure there are. Many, probably. But... everything seems so commercialized and impersonal. It's like culture has gotten lost in itself, if that makes sense.
For me... there is a balance. I love the city. I would love to VISIT the city. It is not the place for me. I guess, since I live on the outskirts, my opinion might be different if I lived IN the city... so I could take public transport and explore with ease. For me, though, the traffic and cost of living, the toxicity... It doesn't make me want to stick around.
The backwoods are where I belong. I want acres and acres. I want my neighbors to be my friends, but not within shouting distance. I like friendly smiles and waves and courtesy to fellow human beings. I want a farm and thunderstorms and pure, untouched forests in which to lose myself. I want to drink from mountain springs and breathe the crisp, clean air with naught but the sound of the wild in the background. I want to feel the seasons, watch the colors change, feel the revolution of the world and the passing of time. That's what feels REAL to me.
I feel like this city, at least above its underground, is a consumerist-driven fascimile of life. I need to connect with my roots, literally and metaphorically.
What about you? Do you like the city or the country? Why?