As a young girl, I dreamed of living in the country. I have always felt a deep connection with nature, and I’ve often tried to put into words what I feel while in nature, and the closest I come is that when I’m in nature, it’s pure osmosis. An energy osmosis where the energy from the plants and the mountains and the sky–especially the sky–soak in to my core. I love everything about nature, and my “happy place” is a cool day with a noble mountain sleeping in the distance while long grass hugs a blue lake and wildflowers wave begging me to come take a rest. I go here (in my mind 🙂 ) all the time. It kind of looks like this:
Marriage. Jobs. Opportunity.
However…lucky for me…I happen to consider myself a closet adventurer. I love to travel and experience new places, ideas, people, food…BUT the level of work it takes to plan it all is quite often (not always–but usually) beyond my rational capability–(or is it the irrational part of me?) hence the “closet” adventurer. Anyway—this closet adventurer decided to take the leap, and I agreed to move to the concrete jungle and try to love it.
So here I am. In a world full of buildings. And people. And sidewalks. With no slumbering mountain, or quiet lake, or kind grass. And you know what? I am doing it. I am slowly becoming the girl who loves the country but also loves the city. I love it. For real.
How is this possible you ask?! Well-as I sat pondering on it for the last–one second–I realized the country and the jungle full of concrete actually have quite a bit in common. Who knew?! First step for this country girl to turn into a country girl with a side of city is finding the similarities.
Here are just some of the similarities I thought of:
- There is anonymity.
- There is always something just around the river bend.
- The hits to the senses are overwhelming.
Part of the reason I love the country so much is because there is no one around. It doesn’t matter what I look like or what I do–I can just be me with no hint of questioning from the beautiful mountain. I can prance through the grasses getting lost in my contemplations of the universe. And no one takes notice. I am no one to the mountains–and yet I am everyone.
The city is the same-except the exact opposite 😀. There are so. many. people…always. This provides its own sense of anonymity. I will never see 99% of these people again. Because I have seen so many people, I feel like I have seen every kind of person…wealthy, humble, kind, eccentric, stressed–everyone. So, I can just be me and not who people think I should be. I can walk through this concrete with millions of people and go completely unnoticed (which I have come to find is a blessing and a curse–but that’s a different post). I can stroll the streets and get lost in my thoughts of the possibility of multiple dimensions–and no one takes notice. I am not seen by anyone–and yet seen by everyone.
There is always something just around the river bend (cue music).
I love running in the mountains or driving on the plains and knowing that just around that corner there will be some spectacular view waiting to take my breath away (granted my breath is easily taken away by nature). One time, I was running in the mountains of Ogden, Utah. The sun was peaking through the misty clouds and I could feel the water in the air left from the recent rainstorm. I came down a hill and a herd of horses (in an large pasture) began running beside me. I can think of only a few things that are more beautiful than a galloping herd of horses. Divine. Anyway, obviously, they only ran next to me for a second before I was left in their majestic dust—literally and figuratively, but the moment was long enough to become etched in my mind forever. Then the scene quickly changed as I ran around the corner to a lake that spread almost as far as I could see. A mile later came dense foliage with dancing shadows and a cool breeze.
Could the city provide something like this? Is there any difference in building after building? I was skeptical. Because I have a little 2 year old, and because my house is tiny—and really for a million reasons, I have spent a lot of time outside walking, running, and chasing (the 2 year old). Any you know what? Around every corner there is something a little different. The buildings are all unique. Just down the street from me, there is a structure that looks like a house is sitting on top of a building. Like a giant just placed it right there. Plunk. No big deal. Then, while standing looking at that house/building constructed by a giant, I can turn around and see a building that looks like it belongs on the streets of Paris. I turn again, and another building looks like it was time warped here from the future. And this is all while I am standing in one place. Imagine the possibilities if I take two for three or even TEN steps. What will I see next? Something completely unique and different, I assure you.
The hits to the senses can be overwhelming.
Imagine yourself walking on a country road. It has just rained and you can almost taste the new blossoming flowers. The wind gently touches your face as you stop to slowly take a breath. Pine. You glance to the right and you are blinded by the sun rays bouncing off the surface of a stream seemingly full of diamonds. Overwhelming, right?!
Well now, imagine yourself walking down a sidewalk on a humid day in the city. You can almost taste the dish from a nearby restaurant as the aromas waft your way, luring you in. A quick honk from a horn startles you out of your trance. You glance up the street to see a multitude of other restaurants beckoning you, taunting you. You feel the presence of the person behind you (because you are standing on the edge of the street not moving and everyone is getting a little irritated…), so you move slowly toward that brownie cake cookie ambrosia known as the double double chocolate cookie from Levain’s bakery, zombie-like because you literally have no other choice but to follow the scent. You need that double chocolate cookie. Now. Overwhelming, right? It totally is.
So, the country and the city are the same.
Almost. But there really is a lot to love about the concrete jungle.
If you find yourself in a place that doesn’t call to you, look for similarities. At least, that’s what I keep telling my country girl turned country girl with a side of city self. And so far, it’s worked out pretty well.