Country vs City Living
Living in the city vs. Living in the country
I really have no experience at all about living in the city, but I have had the liberty of visiting. A few years ago my best friend Georgie and I went to Cincinnati, Ohio to stay a week with my aunt Susie. Now I have lived in the country all my life, well actually it was more like the woods. My dad built our house right on the edge of the woods, so I guess it’s safe to say I lived in the woods. There was not a neighbor in my back yard or within nine feet from our house. Where my aunt lived right down town you could not stand between her house and the neighbor’s house with your arms outstretched without touching either house. Now I know that I’m just a simply country girl, but come on Aunt, this was just a little close for comfort. We went up there on Sunday and we were supposed to come home the following Sunday. Oh Lord, I got so homesick it was pitiful. About Wednesday I wanted to come home. I know that Ohio is not that far from Kentucky, but to me it was so different. Now when I am at home and somebody goes up or down the road, you know these people and you wave or holler or ask them to “get out and come in for a spell”. You don’t do that where Susie lived. We could be setting out on the front porch of my aunt's house and see some of the rag about muffins that go by and brother you don’t want to wave, much less ask them to come in and set a spell. Across the street where Susie lived there was this huge house and it was divided into to houses, someone lived in one side and some other family lived in the other side. The old man that lived alone in one side of this house had died, and no one knew it for three days. Now I don’t know about you but to me that is very, very sad. My aunt said that she didn’t even know this man. I know that when you live in a God forsaken place like that, most of the time you don’t want to know most of your neighbors, but an innocent old man that had no body else; it looks to me like you could manage to say hi or, how are you today?
So in conclusion to my little paper I would like to say that to me there is not much of a comparison between living in the city to the country. I would take my simple, slow, contented life of country living anytime to living in the city... thank you very much.
I really have no experience at all about living in the city, but I have had the liberty of visiting. A few years ago my best friend Georgie and I went to Cincinnati, Ohio to stay a week with my aunt Susie. Now I have lived in the country all my life, well actually it was more like the woods. My dad built our house right on the edge of the woods, so I guess it’s safe to say I lived in the woods. There was not a neighbor in my back yard or within nine feet from our house. Where my aunt lived right down town you could not stand between her house and the neighbor’s house with your arms outstretched without touching either house. Now I know that I’m just a simply country girl, but come on Aunt, this was just a little close for comfort. We went up there on Sunday and we were supposed to come home the following Sunday. Oh Lord, I got so homesick it was pitiful. About Wednesday I wanted to come home. I know that Ohio is not that far from Kentucky, but to me it was so different. Now when I am at home and somebody goes up or down the road, you know these people and you wave or holler or ask them to “get out and come in for a spell”. You don’t do that where Susie lived. We could be setting out on the front porch of my aunt's house and see some of the rag about muffins that go by and brother you don’t want to wave, much less ask them to come in and set a spell. Across the street where Susie lived there was this huge house and it was divided into to houses, someone lived in one side and some other family lived in the other side. The old man that lived alone in one side of this house had died, and no one knew it for three days. Now I don’t know about you but to me that is very, very sad. My aunt said that she didn’t even know this man. I know that when you live in a God forsaken place like that, most of the time you don’t want to know most of your neighbors, but an innocent old man that had no body else; it looks to me like you could manage to say hi or, how are you today?
So in conclusion to my little paper I would like to say that to me there is not much of a comparison between living in the city to the country. I would take my simple, slow, contented life of country living anytime to living in the city... thank you very much.
By Tressa
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