I live in the middle of nowhere in Middle Tennessee. It's the epitome of rural, and some people don't understand how I can stand it.
Sometimes I wish I was in the hub of the city, with the excitement of constant movement and fast-paced living. Sometimes I enjoy the solitude and close-to-nature experience of rural living. There are two sides to every story.
|This is paradise to some.|
- You have to drive 20 minutes to go to the grocery store. By the time you drive home, all your frozen stuff is thawed.
- Your friends all live at least 30 miles from your house. After 4 years of this, you won't have many friends left.
- Jobs that don't require an hour commute are far and few between.
"But living in the middle of nowhere also has its perks", said the Country Cricket.
|And this is my paradise.|
- You're almost certainly the hottest chick within a 30 mile radius. Maybe even the only chick.
- The creek, lake, and hiking trails might only be a few steps from your front door.
- You can go skinny dipping without fear of getting caught. Well, okay, you'll still be a little scared you'll get caught.
- You don't have to worry about anyone breaking in to your house, because no one would be stupid enough to attempt to drive down your treacherous, mile-long, gravel driveway.
- It's quiet, unless you count the sound of my 3 year old daughter screaming as "sound."
So, which are you? A country cricket or a city mouse? Do you prefer the city, where it's gritty, or the country, where it's...funky? I don't know, I don't think anything really rhymes with country. But you get the point.