I guess one doesn't realize how vital one thing is until one deprives oneself of that specific thing, deliberately or otherwise.
Take Buffalo for example. I always see it as an urbanism that is too small for me. I didn't like the fact that my transportation freedom is limited if I don't have a car, and I didn't like the fact that there isn't a lot of diversity like New York City has.
However, when I decided to get away from civilization earlier today, I appreciated how vital Buffalo was for me.
Today, I, together with some other friends, went to Letchworth State Park to view the turning colors of the trees. It was an hour-and-a-half drive from Buffalo to the park. On our way, we passed through farm country, where every thing seems to be rural, in one way or another. The houses were pretty, but very far from each other. People had farm machinery parked in their yards. There were barns and huge silos on the side to store grain. There were horses and cows and goats roaming in enclosed spaces. And there wasn't any reception for my cellular phone.
Upon getting back, I had further appreciation of the city.
True, once in a while, one wants to get away from civilization and walk along the trees, losing oneself in the process. But I still think that I won't be able to survive in a rural setting if I live there most of the time.
Anyway, the trip was worth it. The leaves were beautiful. Good thing that the chlorophyll were gone and one could observe trees in different colors.
I like autumn. It is very pleasing to the eye.
(The path to the altar, from my Basilica de Voto Nacional Series)