Ah, the city life!
I was born in a city, I lived in Boston, the capital of Massachusetts for two years and I grew up in a city. But life, age and general coincidence made it such that I never really considered myself a 'city-gal'. Besides which, when I explain to people that my family now lives on a dirt road and keeps goats in our expansive yard it's hard to convince anyone of this. But what would be the point in trying? I'm not a city-gal! In the most formative years of my life in the city my family and I had our lives, school and work mostly outside it. And working on what your friends call your grandparent's 'farm' during the summer doesn't do much to add a city quality to a person's personality.
So, last weekend I moved from the Sierras of Madrid to smack in the middle of the capital. I am, for the first time, living the life of a city gal and I love it. When I was younger I subscribed to the belief that my living in the countryside made my life boring and me uninteresting. I dreamed of being the confident, beautiful and attractive cosmopolitan like in those romantic comedies. With time that subscription was cancelled, but the desire to just see what being in the middle of it all was like remained.
Now I live a 20 minute walk from the city center and minutes away from the metro...what a life! Cars, people, dogs, the noise...its all very exciting. Provided I can keep myself from getting lost too many times, I am sure the next three months I spend in this tiny apartment will be amazing...
