My parents have decided to whisk me away over the weekend to their countryside house. I have to admit I do not look forward to this. Sure, the whole nature, ocean, woods and fresh air thing is great. I used to love going there as a kid and we would go every weekend all year round and on all my breaks from school.
But in recent years I haven't hardly been there at all. I don't look at it in the same way. It was all fun and games when I was little but know it's something about all those open spaces and meadows that just makes me feel claustrophobic. Is it not ironic feeling claustrophobic in a big open space?

I've contemplated the fact and reached the conclusion that since I do not have my own car or a drivers license for that matter, when I'm at the countryside house I loose the power to go where I want to go or leave when I would like to.
It's a completely different story in the city. Here I got all the bus and tram routes down, I know which way is the fastest and which way is the safest. Somehow I feel that the city is looking after me, like an invisible bigger brother who keeps an eye out for his little sister. I've walked home countless times in states varying from sober to rather heavily intoxicated. The city has somehow always taken me home safely. In the city, I know where to go, who to talk to and how to take myself home safely. The city with its streets and alleys are my turf, here I feel like I can go anywhere and do anything.

This is not the case with the countryside house, because I can not choose to leave when I want to and there is absoultely nothing of interest to do. There is no internet, there is no cellphone reception, there is no interesting channels on the telly, there are no live gigs at nightclubs, there are no trams, just no anything.

Yes, I've realize that I'm a city girl. I love the city and the city loves me. I am a asphalt flower.