I grew up in a small(ish) town. Where the smell of manure is prominent and the closest convenience store is a two-hour walk away. Even in my undergrad I lived in a University town dominated by farmers, aggies (agriculture majors) and dollar beers every Monday and Thursday (Ahh, the life).
Now, I reside in the largest city in Canada. The big TO. The 6ix if you will.
I’ve been here for about six months and I’ve noticed some changes in myself. Not horrible changes! Just a little… different. Here are some things you might notice if you’ve shared a similar experience.
1. You will walk great distances
I’m not sure why this has happened. Maybe it’s the fact that a 30-minute walk is peanuts to me. Or I’ll go great lengths for food and drinks.
But whatever the reason, I will walk rather than take an Uber or public transit and honestly, I am okay with it.
2. You stop saying “Hello” to every stranger that you pass
This one gets me. This one shows you just how different city living is opposed to living out in the country. Passing someone on the street in my hometown always warrants a smile and a “Hey, how’s it going“! But in good old Toronto, I find myself avoiding eye contact altogether.
Also, sometimes I’ll find myself going to say “Hello” but then realize that the other person is strategically avoiding eye contact. What a strange world we live in.
3. You dress better
Maybe it’s the program I’m in or the stylish classmates I spend my weekdays with. Either way, I’m not mad at this. And I’m sure my fashionable friends are proud. *Happy tears*
4. You find yourself supporting the city’s sports teams
I can now officially call myself a Blue Jays, Leaf’s and Raptors fan without feeling like an imposter. I also find myself wanting baseball caps with their logos. Weird.
5. You become more outgoing and adventurous
If someone in my hometown asks me to go to the bar, more often than not I will make up some kind of excuse to get out of it. Going to the same old bar we snuck into in High School does not excite me (Sorry guys). But here in the big city, there are so many places to check out. Making up excuses to go out does not happen. Or not yet at least (This is income dependent).
5.1. You feel like a bad ass bitch
I don’t know about other city girls but for me, when I’m walking down the street, dressed to impressed with my head held high, I feel invincible.
I now consider myself a convert. As in, I have converted from complete country gal to busy, fashionable city chick. I don’t hate it. I’m never bored, my confidence is through the roof and my Fitbit is extremely happy with how many steps I’ve logged over the past six months. But what’s that saying again?
You can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl.
feature image via my cat’s godmother’s Instagram