I’ve never loved the city, and I’ve spent years of my life hiding this very fact. Everyone around me – especially at work – seems to just love cities more than the next person, and so for ages I’ve tried to pretend to embrace cities as much as I seem to see those around me doing.
It’s not just true to who I am. At heart, I’m not a city kind of person, and my rationale is a bizarre mix of nurture and nature and conditioning that even the best of psychoanalysts would have a hard time pulling apart.
And so, here are the (admittedly weird) reasons I’m not a big city kind of gal.
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