I am a country girl, born and raised. I rather live in the middle of nowhere with my animals and a decent sized garden. I don’t really care much about the latest and greatest whatever is on the market, nor do I care about status symbols. Simply put, I’m a simple girl. My darling husband, however, is not. He is a tried and true city boy who loves new gadgets and doesn’t want to miss out on anything. We get a long pretty well despite our differences but the one thing that we tend to class over is city vs country. I loath cities, while he dreams of them. Over my Christmas break, we spent a week with his family in New Jersey, just a short drive away from NYC. On Christmas they decided that they wanted to go walk around the city and see the tree and other touristy things. I groaned and went along. Now this isn’t my first major metropolitan city. I was stationed in DC where I met my husband. That area only further cemented my dislike for cities. But New York City is different. I don’t know what it is but I actually liked it. My husband smiled smugly stating that we were going to move closer. I shutter at the thought but in the same breath think that it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea. Oh dear lord, what am I going to do!