I never thought of living in an urban area. Some Koreans say that I still don’t—I live in a very small city. Regardless, I miss the wide open spaces.
I went for a long walk through the city on Saturday morning and I love every minute of it. But, I was so relieved when I was able to return to Camp Red Cloud where it is somewhat less congested. I was considered wanting to live in the city where everything is within walking distance and there is activity all around you to explore. While that seems exciting, I miss the woods and the meadows. I miss having a yard and escaping for a moment in the trees.
Now, to be fair. I am in a different country with a very different culture. It is different to walk down the street and not hearing English spoken or even seeing signs that are written in English. I understand, therefore, that this type of urban is far different from the urban cities that I might experience in the states. It is very different in many ways. However, the fact remains that there are buildings that reach into the sky and streets that look as though they continue forever. That is what I think about when I say that I miss the country. I miss being in woods that go forever. I miss a pasture that extends for miles. I miss my home. I miss the country. I miss America.
While this trip is an adventure, I am reminded that my favorite place to be in the world is America.