dave - i love the odd visit to the city but really honestly i feel my stomach soften, my shoulders drop, my forehead unfurrow and my heart slow down when we turn onto the road that leads back to my home town. steven
I feel my shoulders pull in tight and my eyes squint and my ears close!
Well done and true. More proof stress is a killer.
I grew up in a village, lived in various large cities for 40++ years and once again I live in a small city ~~~ so much better! Like Steven, when I fly home from a bustling metropolis, step out onto the tarmac, spy the snow covered mountains and wide open spaces, I also breathe a huge sigh of relief!!
Dave,Between skin cancers and splaying feet ... this aging thing is for the birds!
I miss the Yorkshire countryside of my childhood more and more as each year passes.
the city is juice, a little goes a long way...the countryside is cool clear water, it quenches.
This is me being happy I live in a village.
But are they an enjoyable two years?
I knew there was a reason I liked living here!
Thanks everyoneInteresting responses. Alas, I have never lived in a village. Nearest I ever got was a row of six houses in the middle of nowhere when I was evacuated to country cousins! Can't really count that. Didn't enjoy the lack of all facilities too much, but have always hankered after village life (except when I was fancying a croft), but never made it. Wonder what I would have done with those two years.
Villagers...then there are some city dwellers who live for two hours a day on free ways commuting.....(Not me, but I pity them.)
PaulI'm with you. There was a time when I spent a couple of hours a day tucked up on a Green Line coach, reading - but I enjoyed that.
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