Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the range.............. ♫
Anyone who's come to the City from somewhere else will tell you—it's a love/hate relationship. You hate almost everything about living here, but when you finally escape for a well-deserved vacation, you miss it so terribly, you can hardly wait to get back. The people are different here and the attitude is different. There's no place like it.
I've accepted the struggles for some reason, because it seems like such a privilege to be able to live here—but maybe that's what they want us to think.
Who knows.......
I'm still trying to decide.
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