City Boy
Don't get me wrong, I like living in Los Angeles...at least the part that is near the ocean. But every once in a while, I find myself split by the confines a city creates.
There's nothing like being in a big city, with all the different people hovering around for different reasons. Your senses are constantly excited and challenged. For me, the real draw comes with food and entertainment. 10 minutes from where I live, I can sample creations from anywhere on the planet and hear people from different cultures spin into the meld of the city. That's cool.
But this whole stimulating existing counters right up against some other basic desires I have.
I want to live by a stream
I want to grow fields and fields of cilantro and pick olives from orchards.
I want a 1951 pickup truck (red, of course) that I can take to a smaller, local town with dirt streets and guys sitting on porches.
I want a barn, with that great old wood/oil smell, where I can build furniture and not have to worry about cleaning up.
So, you see, these country stylings are in direct contrast to my city life and, unless I make 18 billion dollars and buy a canyon or a hill on the city outskirts, they will never live in harmony. At some point, one will give.
There's nothing like being in a big city, with all the different people hovering around for different reasons. Your senses are constantly excited and challenged. For me, the real draw comes with food and entertainment. 10 minutes from where I live, I can sample creations from anywhere on the planet and hear people from different cultures spin into the meld of the city. That's cool.
But this whole stimulating existing counters right up against some other basic desires I have.
I want to live by a stream
I want to grow fields and fields of cilantro and pick olives from orchards.
I want a 1951 pickup truck (red, of course) that I can take to a smaller, local town with dirt streets and guys sitting on porches.
I want a barn, with that great old wood/oil smell, where I can build furniture and not have to worry about cleaning up.
So, you see, these country stylings are in direct contrast to my city life and, unless I make 18 billion dollars and buy a canyon or a hill on the city outskirts, they will never live in harmony. At some point, one will give.
posted by Lou at 8:47 AM
5 Comments:
sometimes, you just gotta do it. otherwise, you'll just keep making up a million different reasons why now isn't the perfect time to _____.
either that or just decide that what you really love is the city and what you are doing right now, and start seeing it in that light.
most people use their kids as the reason why now is not a good time to do anything resembling change, as it would be "upsetting". i dunno, in my experience kids adapt more easily than adults.
then again, you can always live for an "at some point..." i would set a timetable tho, otherwise it might easily become never.
Cool blog. I came across it while searching for a way to make puffed rice - thanks for the 2006 post on the subject. We live in OC and I've got the same dream. I grew up playing whiffle ball with my brother in my folks' back yard. My kids can't throw a paper airplane in our dinky little plot without it going over a neighbor's fence. I shouldn't complain, at least I've got a house. But I'm ready for some wide open spaces, fruit trees, a garden you could actually live off of, and, for the little guys, room to run. The economic crash has probably put the dream on hold for a bit, but we're trying to do what eric suggested - make a timetable for the dream. As for the cultural offerings of a big city, I'm thinking a small town with a college or a university might provide the best of both worlds.
I feel the same way. Was raised in the country, but moved to populated cities the past couple years. I love the city experience, but sometimes I just want to go ice fishing and get away from the concrete jungle.
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