City Livin’
I love living in a city. And I hope to live in Manhattan over the next decade or two of my life.
There will always be a part of me, though, that will long for a house in the country with huge flower gardens and vegetable gardens that I can tend to on weekends. Hayfields that I can bale for my horses in the summertime with my John Deere while my Corgis chase behind me looking for field mice. I want to spend Friday and Saturday nights hosting barn parties, and having my and my wife’s parents over for dinner on Sundays.
It surprises me when I say this to myself from time to time; by no means do I fit the farmer/country stereotype. It’s just something I’ve always wanted for myself. I suppose that’s why the term “Gentleman Farmer” exists.
I'm 18, but I don't act like a "normal" college kid. Sometimes I feel like I was accidentally given the personality and interests of someone in their 30s.