I went to St. Louis yesterday (which, yes, I understand doesn't count as a huge city, but anyway) and I seriously wished I lived in a big city. Not right now. Not with six siblings, strict parents, and the like, but when I'm older, I'm going to get a gorgeous flat, in the middle of New York, and I will have a library, concerts, art shows, museums, classes, and noodles at my disposal. There'll be a photograph waiting to happen wherever I look, and I can walk through the street singing and dancing and eating noodles and nobody will call the police.
I'm perfectly aware that this is not entirely realistic. but I can dream, yes?
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