I grew up in the city and never expected to leave. I anticipated living in a Shadyside or Squirrell Hill duplex, a little concrete walkway leading right to the curb.
Living in a place with cornfields and deep woods was beyond dreaming. Those were places I only visited, owned by cool uncles or friends of friends who bred horses and knew how to ski.
I’m still intimidated by the planting and the upkeep and the distance from the nearest grocery store, but when the dogs rush outside and rub their faces in the grass, I’m almost always right there with them.