Maybe this post will be somewhat controversial. I had friends at Moody would scoffed at living in the suburbs like it was for the weak at heart. Let me admit now, then: I am the weak of heart.
For these 3 weeks, as I study in Beijing, some of my Wuhan friends and I are staying at a lovely house in the suburbs. The center where I'm taking classes is also in the suburbs. I never knew how much the city wore down on me until I stepped away. To wake up to the sound of birds or even weird cat howls is a great improvement to honking horns, poorly functioning ancient vehicles, construction, and people hocking loud spitballs out their windows. On one of our rides to another part of the city, I contemplated why this is.
I think there's something one has to close off or become hard to while living in the city. If one lets it all in, it will grate and annoy. It takes a lot of energy to close all that off. Outside the city, especially in the country, there's a release. You can open up because what's there is beauty and peace.
So I guess I discovered why I don't like cities.
For these 3 weeks, as I study in Beijing, some of my Wuhan friends and I are staying at a lovely house in the suburbs. The center where I'm taking classes is also in the suburbs. I never knew how much the city wore down on me until I stepped away. To wake up to the sound of birds or even weird cat howls is a great improvement to honking horns, poorly functioning ancient vehicles, construction, and people hocking loud spitballs out their windows. On one of our rides to another part of the city, I contemplated why this is.
I think there's something one has to close off or become hard to while living in the city. If one lets it all in, it will grate and annoy. It takes a lot of energy to close all that off. Outside the city, especially in the country, there's a release. You can open up because what's there is beauty and peace.
So I guess I discovered why I don't like cities.
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