Self-knowledge is a most valuable gift.
|Japanese beetles are out in full force|
One of those things, thankful we discovered it mutually, is we prefer the city.
I can remember looking at my husband, amazed, as he let out a frustrated "I hate the country!!!!" after getting a car stuck. He's a city boy through and through. Everything close. Multiple 24 hour stores. Big airport with jets ready to coast off somewhere.
He also had a similar moment as I, incredibly tortured by allergies, moaned about 'this place (again) and he said "you're really a city girl, aren't you?"
I thought about it a minute, then had to agree. Yes. I am a city girl.
I love the rush and bustle, the tiny plants growing valiantly in concrete cracks and the skyscrapers. I'm a bit surprised myself. I had always assumed I was a country girl, but now that I have had time to think about it, I never liked the work of gardening and raising various animals. It's what I'm used to because of my background, and it's comforting and familiar, but I don't like doing it.
We're divesting ourselves of pets.
We're keeping a country home to visit.
But we're moving to a big city.
The apartment is waiting, with a pool and a lawn I don't have to care for. I'll continue to go back to school, hurray! I've applied to a graduate program.
Speaking of gifts, this was my anniversary present from the husband, brought back all the way from England. Mmm, buttered crumpets with Lemon Curd.
The perfume smells divine, a blend of berries and flowers. There is a story behind the perfume, a story about getting lost in an airport. The husband didn't have to purchase it, it was a gift as well.
He couldn't have done a better job if he had picked it out himself.