October 18th 2010. a new week is under way

I'm from the city. "which city?", some one recently asked me.
"...Philly", (could there be any other? not for me!)
i was surprised to hear the question. of course Philly is not like other cities.
it is a city of neighborhoods.  Philly pales by comparison to New York City. but Philly is still my city.

I have lived in Bucks county for 30 years now. I still call myself a city girl.  The city was hard in many ways.    The Country presents it's own unique set of living conditions for the ordinary person, which i am. 

I am OK with being an Outlander, (rather makes me feel like a gypsy).  i have adjusted, adopted. I finally stopped screaming when i see a big toad, or snake.  I have learned to make small talk with the man who comes to pump out the septic tank.  "you can make a good living with a Sh*t truck! " they all tell me.


30 years later i still equate what i see with what it would be, if i lived in the city. (i still mistake Deer for BIG dogs),  my first Wild turkey siting translated into 'ostrich?!' (they are quite different from what you see at the grocery store). and i still get such a charge from seeing cows!

For me, 'city girl' living in "the country"  has been an experience i hope to share and hope you will enjoy.
city girl