Let me tell you something…
Living in the city teaches you patience.
Living in the village teaches you extreme patience 😅
In the city, you wait 20 minutes for coffee because the barista is perfecting your oat milk foam art.
In the village, you wait 2 hours because the only café is closed today… and tomorrow… and maybe forever.
City mornings are full of honking cars, ambulance sirens, and someone yelling on Bluetooth.
Village mornings? Birds, wind, and a goat looking at you like you owe it money. 🐐
In the city, your groceries are delivered by an app.
In the village, they’re carried by your neighbor who just “had extra tomatoes.” And somehow, those tomatoes taste like summer itself 🍅☀️
Let’s talk fashion:
City — stylish layers, leather boots, sunglasses even when it's cloudy.
Village — oversized hoodie, flip-flops, and hair in a bun. Comfort is king 👑
Honestly? I love both.
The city's chaos wakes you up, but the village slows your heartbeat in the best way.
Both places have their own rhythm — one beats like a drum, the other like a lullaby.
So tell me — would you rather fall asleep to the sound of traffic or to crickets and distant owls? 🦉
Either way, you’ll need earplugs 😄