I hate really certain thoughts that put people into boxes of rigid identities: introvert/extrovert, left-brain/right-brain, dog person/cat person and even city person/country person. But, I have found, and much of the struggle of adulthood is finding out what you want, that I am a city person. I fit into that stringent little box. Open spaces give me anxiety. My nightmares are filled with scenarios where I’m stuck in some tiny town. Don’t get me wrong, I like visiting rural… Continue reading | 1 Comment