City Living VS Country Living

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Why you should live in a city compared to in the middle of nowhere.
By me

1. Food

If you want a chicken fried rice salad with a side of breaded mushrooms drizzled with olive oil you can get it. There will be somewhere open in London that can get you that. Even if you want a deep fried octopus or honey on toast.

The shops are all open so much later so when you’re crippling with starvation after a day dodging work you can some lovely food.

If you don’t get to shops by six where I’m from you have another fourteen hours to wait.

2. Radio and Telly

Oh my days this is just brilliant.
Turn over the radio and there is like a billion other stations to listen to.

Editor’s Note: Why don’t you tune in to Gaydio?
Sorry Effi, we’ll stop stealing your thunder, carry on

A lot of  the country doesn’t get that and you’re stuck listening to Sad FM, easy listening music with a constipated sounding presenter.

3. Insomnia.

We all get it.
Whether we‘re nervous for a date with a sexy librarian the next day or we slept in till five with a bad head and our body just can’t sleep any more.

But in the city there is stuff to do.
There are places to go, things to see and people to do.
Something like that.

In Wales the only person who is up at the same time as you are the sheep.
And they don’t like to talk about lesbian stuff.

4. Bars

The choice is like being a big drunk sweet shop and choosing what you fancy.
Or a mixture as you stumble down the street and fall into another club.

In the country it tends to be pubs, that shut at midnight at the latest.
But at twelve you’re all merry and want to go out dancing, snogging and shotting.
But you have to trek over a field to get home.

The best nights are always the unplanned ones, when you’re sitting watching Piers Morgan’s life stories in your onesie and your friend turns to you and says, ‘fancy going out?’.
In London, this is possible.

5. Lesbian Bars

Yes very similar to the reason above but this is important.
Because lesbian bars are where all the lesbians are.

Editor’s NoteAhem, ahem.

And that’s the only point I have.

6. Neighbours.

Now I know you’re probably reading this thinking neighbours don’t talk to each other in the city and you ignore them because otherwise it’s awkward.

Exactly people.

Exactly.

Everyone talks to everyone in a little village in the country. And everyone knows everything about everyone.
You took someone home who looks like they belong under a bridge?
Your neighbour will offer them a drink the next morning when you’re trying to get rid of them.

You called in sick to work because you fancied staying in bed with your girlfriend instead?
Your neighbour will be round enquiring as to why you’re not there.

7. Travel.

Yes, the tube isn’t that great with all the sweaty suited up people in the morning and a kiss in the back of a black cab will cost you a tenner.

But it’s a whole lot better than sitting on a bus going over a bumpy road so you feel like throwing up into the plastic bag of the drunk tramp sitting next to you for an hour just to get to the shops.

8. Fancy stuff.

There’s so many things to go do and see that can open your eyes and get you extra points on a pub quiz.
Performing Art, live theatre  art museums, a variety of festivals celebrating anything and everything really do make a difference when you’re bored.

9. Internet.

I don’t think people appreciate the wonder that is the internet in all it’s glory until you don’t have it.
Or you live on a mountain and dial up is your only option. Where it takes thirteen minutes to load up your home page. And you only know it takes that long because you counted while banging your head against your laptop in despair.

10. Clothes.

Topshop on Oxford street. There are no words.

I’m sure I’ll go home and soak up the sea, air and all that stuff that’s good for me at some point but for now I am good in the city.

Because when I visit Wales again all the annoying stuff will annoy me.
Like when you eat toast in bed and drop crumbs everywhere and they bug you for days.
Being in Wales can be like having those crumbs in your bed.

Editor’s Note: Nothing personal Wales.

Have you ever made a move from the country to the city? Or vice versa?

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