The last house we lived in was in a town where the nearest coffee shop was 60 miles away. FOR REAL. There was no library. No bookstore. No furniture store. No restaurant without the word FAST in its description. No bakery. No ART GALLERIES!
There was cotton.
. . . and it was famous for an amusement park straight out of the 1960s that you would recognize from your reoccurring nightmare when the clowns keep chasing you and you can't find the road leading you home.
We didn't like this town.
It didn't like us either.
The house we live in today is right in the middle of the city on a crazy busy street. People are always out walking, traffic is pretty loud and sirens whiz by. I don't like to weed in the front yard because lots of people will see me bending over. I try to squat and pull.
I can walk to a coffee shop, an art gallery and restaurants that aren't part of a chain.
There is no cotton.
City dwelling does have a small inconvenience, though: parking. For those of you coming to Front Door Studios on the 2nd and 4th Wednesday nights, you'll have to park on the side street and schlep all of your stuff down the block.
Afterward, we can walk to get coffee.....