I will say this about living in a city:
people are hateful,
riding the bus is rarely a pleasure,
my room is tiny and expensive
I can walk home from work.
I can leisurely walk in the rain,
while listening to Por una Cabeza and arrive home to my tiny room from the store with microwaved grilled eggplant parmesan with sour dough bread dripped in Sicilian extra virgine olive oil, a bottle of Malbec from Argentina by candlelight with my window open just listening to the most beautiful part of living in a city.
In this I feel a tiny notion of love.
Its not much but,
I will savor it.