Sometimes I miss the city
I miss feeling like I belong
Not lost in a sprawling mass of muddled towns
But part of something identifiable
Sometimes I miss walking to the store
Stumbling home from the pub
Maybe catching a train
Or riding the bus with stinky people
Most days though, I prefer the country
I enjoy the quiet, I like seeing stars
I like feeling safe, I like saying hello
I like being the limey cowboy I was born to be
unhiddenlight 
I know exactly what you feel—well except for being a “limey cowboy” . I was a Yankee they allowed over the Texas border for a while. 🙂 I miss it sometimes.
It was / is quite the transition, 11.5 years in Texas, it is certainly home now. There are only 2 things I don’t like about the place, #1 August & #2 the ridiculous size of the place 🙂
I lived there for 6 years and I can agree with you 100% on August and the size! 🙂 I think the biggest culture shock for me was the Stockyards! Nothing quite like that in New England! 🙂 One of my favorite places to go though.
“Limey cowboy!” Yeee Hawwww! I moved from the city as well. Don’t miss it very much…too much beauty around! Just bloom where you are planted, I always say! Blessings to you, Chris!! 😀
Thank you very much, blessings to you too! We are fortunate to be close to the city, but live in the country, its a best of both worlds scenario. I will always miss my home town though – just not enough to move back 🙂
ok, Limey! lololol ok, sorry, you probably should not have let that out of the bag. 😀