I had a revelation the other day as I was walking home from my Zumba class. It was a Saturday morning, hot and sunny. I got to the street where I was supposed to turn, and there was a seemingly never-ending line of cars going through the intersection. It was so long of a line, that the idea of trying to cross the street there brought about visions of creating my own real-life version of Frogger. That’s not something I want to be a part of, so I didn’t cross, and instead just kept walking. I ended up on some very quiet back roads. There were hardly any cars and I saw just a few locals walking. There were a handful of food stalls, but not nearly as many as there are on the main roads. I passed by houses that were gated off and had trees surrounding them. I heard birds. It was so peaceful, and I was practically skipping with the joy of it. And then I realized…hmm, I don’t think I actually like living in big cities.* Smart move marrying the diplomat.
*NYC is the exception to this rule. NYC is a special beast that I will always love, regardless of how ridiculously crowded and noisy it is.