I’ve lived in New York City for over ten years, continually struggling with my choice to be a Town Mouse. I flee, come back. Flee, come back. Just when I thought I was out, they pullllll me back in.
In Favor of City Life
- Close proximity to upscale donuts and iced lattes.
- Less square footage = less cleaning required by me.
- Most likely will not suffer My Girl-style death by beehive.
- In its best moments, you’re living in a vibrant, romantic movie tinged with a mysterious melancholy you can’t quite puzzle out.
In Favor of Country Life
- Legal campfires = S’MORES ALL THE TIMES.
- Kitchen islands are available to the middle class.
- The air smells like spruce wood and promise.
- In its best moments, you’re living in a secretive and mystical reality where Hogwarts is real.
How many New Yorkers are out there struggling between the desire to frolic in fields with golden retriever puppies, and the desperate fear that if we leave New York, we’ll be missing out on something terribly important, even if we can’t tell you what that something is?