Which is best: living in the city, the suburbs or the country? Why?
The country by far is the best if you ask me. There is nothing like living in the country. I spent my child hood living in the country it’s where my first true roots will forever be. The country’s brought to where I am today; it helped introduced me to my love of plants, science, and nature. When they say silence is golden they are talking country for there is nothing like the still, seeming endless, silence that comes with a beautiful country day. The vast wide open spaces seeming to go on for miles, paint wondrous pictures of landscapes that once viewed can calm and soothe you in hard times. The air so fresh, so crisp is like the averages Joe’s morning coffee, a pick me up, the perfect way to start ones day. In the country you can curl up in the warm of the sun to read a rather good book with little distraction in some cases the nudge of a dog longing to be close to you as you relax and he/she naps in the grass. You can try it in the city but there is more often the sounds of cars going by and the neighbors a times gabbing away. The country is where some of my best friends were born it's where they were made the people I know and love today! It's where the ones that matter most to me like to stay for theirs’ is also the country way. Come to the country and saddle a horse ditch the gas guzzler and take a ride through the hills for here peace of mind is something you will definitely find. In the country I find creative inspiration though you may think it cliché; I speak my truth because I’m not one to be moved by the heights and sights of skyscrapers. When I first started to write poetry it just came natural for me to draw from my roots of the country. Then I met a friend who shared her country living story and I knew I was not alone in my country lov'in. She shared her love and passion with me and I knew there had to be others who are just as hooked as me! Others may feel the country doesn't suit and they may dispute, but I won’t refute any objections because to each is their own and mine is the country. Country is home, it’s a love all its own, it’s my family, my friends, it’s a passion for a life all my own!
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