Ew. Creepy.
Cities all the way. I live in what I guess would be considered a town: not big, not small. Suburban-ish. And I HATE it. Maybe it's just Yakima, and other towns are better, but I seriously friggin' hate my hometown.
Two hundred miles west of here, that's a different story. Seattle, baby! The birthplace of grunge! One of the most literate and liberal cities in the country. Home to the University of Washington, a pinnacle of culture and thought and the intelligent sharing of ideas in an extremely neighborly environment (at least the pinnacle in Washington). So. . . yeah. Maybe I just love it so much because my hometown is an illiterate trash heap of rich white folk in the hills and poor immigrant workers, drug dealers, and petty criminals down in the valley, surrounded by lifeless desert and devoid of any culture. But oh well. Seattle rocks, big cities rock.
Note: the only big cities I've been in have been Seattle; Vancouver, B.C.; and Victoria, B.C., so maybe my view of big cities is a bit rose-tinted, but what the hell, I love big city life.
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