The pungent smell of muck spreading, the sound of sheep baa-ing and constantly having to plan your journey 10 minutes in advance in fear of getting stuck behind a tractor, is something I’m all too familiar with having grown up the majority of my life in the countryside. But today, I’m going to be sharing with you what it’s like living with a countryside heart in a city mind.
The ability to wake up on a Sunday, head out the door in search of an Instagrammable coffee shop for breakfast is something I’ve always longed for. However, the struggle is REAL when every place you need to get to is a good 20 minute car journey away, public transport doesn’t run as frequently as you’d hoped and by the time you actually get to said coffee shop, the breakfast menu is slowly turning to lunch.
My first solo trip to London, when I was 15, really opened my eyes into what life could be like. The variety of different cuisines whether it be Chinese, Japanese or Vietnamese to hand, access to public transport at virtually anytime you wanted and Topshop and Zara on basically every street you turned down (HOW dreamy), was something I knew I loved. This is what I wanted. For me, I love the buzz of a city. The constant rush to work, running for the tube or just ambling around the streets in search of THAT Instagrammable coffee shop and knowing you’d find one is something I admired.
However, when I was growing up, I definitely took the countryside for granted, something I definitely don’t do now as I pride myself on being from the country. I love nothing more than popping on my Barbour coat, pink Hunter wellies and wrapping up heading for a countryside walk down the muddy lane. There’s something so lovely and refreshing about this. The air feels crisp and clean. That’s one thing I found, whenever I return from London in particular, my skin always breaks out, something which I can only point the blame towards the muggy tube air.
I love fashion and style and whenever I go to the city I feel like I can wear whatever I like and no-one bats an eyelid. However, surprisingly I don’t think wearing my little white boots down the lane is something that would go down too well with the locals and something my lil’ white boots would NOT appreciate so I think I’ll save these for the city!
I used to be bemused at the thought of people coming to my area as a holiday destination from the city because there is nothing there? But then I realised, to them this is everything they’ve ever wanted. An escape from the hustle and bustle, a chance to find peace and tranquillity, take in the scenic views, all the things I am so fortunate to have. There is no constant siren sounds, no police chase, no drama. Growing up I have realised how lucky I am to feel safe. Having dabbled (if you can dabble) in living at the seaside for a small part of my life, I thought this would be perfect. The opportunity to live near the beach, go to the sea and have fires on the beach all sounded so perfect. In reality I learnt the grass definitely isn’t always greener, resulting in my return back to the countryside. In reality, all these things were a novelty, as with most things.
”If country life is healthful to the body, it is no less so to the mind”
It’s still my goal to live in the city and this is something I will definitely do after I graduate. Although I know (and hope) I’ll love this way of life, for me, I know wherever I end up, my heart will always remain firmly rooted in the countryside.
I’m interested to know your thoughts on this. Have you ever lived in the countryside or live in a city and long for the countryside air? Do let me know in the comments below.
I hope you all have had a lovely weekend!
Until next week…