My dreams lie more in thoughts of enjoying the things that big cities have to offer. My lovely wife is more of a small town girl. I want excitement and she wants stability. I think that Nashville offers a nice compromise.
I get my small taste of urban life when I take the bus downtown, visit the Frist Center for the Visual Arts, catch a show at The Basement or Mercy Lounge, or enjoy classical music at Schermerhorn Symphony Center. She gets an easy pace and a nice quality of life that isn't often found in the New Yorks and Chicagos of the world. While I still get my little pleasures reading about New York's Hotel Chelsea, looking at photos online of subways and skyscrapers, and watching the webcams of Times Square, I realize that my wife is right. For our ever expanding family, what is best is what is found in Small Town, America. Cookouts, big yards, and friendly neighbors appeal to me. Room to breathe and a big front porch are soothing to the spirit.
Writing beautifully of life in scenic White House, Tennessee is my good friend at MonsterMash40 . Entitled "I Love a Small Town," this post is, as newscoma would say, "of the good." Read her words and know that she's good people.