And, the top 5 are:
Always thirsty for art & culture, I like my perspective of the world to be challenged constantly. Other artists, activists and folks that challenge me are harder to find outside the city.
Fortunately, I'm only a 20-minute drive away. Not sure I'd be quite as country-honeymoon-smitten if I were DEEP in the throes of country. This is really suburbia, but without feeling like it because all I see are trees and the lake.
Living in a city invariably includes running into random, crazy shit. Like the sign below.
I noticed the sign one morning last year on our street. Or, the thirsty shoe below the sign that showed up on Agricola. Both random sights and occurrences are a writers' dream.
I do miss the proximity to the Spring Garden Road restaurants one block away (above), the farmer's market (pictured below), even the take-out options (Salvatore's, Mr. Chang's, ChaBaa...drool), and, of course, our favourite pub food (Tom's Little Havana).
And, it's not that driving 20 minutes to get there is preposterous, it's the sheer crazy thought of me at, say Tom's, NOT enjoying a bottle of wine with my dinner.
That's just plain whacked!
Okay, it's cheating a little because this sort of combines the first three. Almost every Sunday night for at least 10 years now, I've joined my urban family of friends for a potluck. It's been all things food, all things creative & random crazy shit all wrapped up into one. Several of us are writers who occasionally bring a story or poem to read. And there's always great food, music and conversation.
I still go, but I miss that it used to be a 2-minute walk.
And, last but not least:
That's right - I miss sidewalks. And not just any sidewalks because I'm aware that some places out in the country do have sidewalks.
I miss the kind of sidewalks that promise visual stimulation, like walking by a shop window (above) and seeing a butterfly dress (which, btw, I loooove), or walking by a newly-painted doorway like the one below.
And those are the things I miss, but not enough to move back, at least not yet. Who knows how I'll feel in a year or two. . . as I responded to one of yesterday's comments, I might feel differently if I were weighing my "country-life" to a city like Paris. If anyone from Paris wants to spend a vacay on a beautiful lake, I'll be on the next plane for the switch.
May you all find yourselves in places that nourish your soul!