Alone at the Ranch or: Split Personality

I have mentioned before that the biggest life-changing event for me, after that certain pandemic, of course, of 2020 and beyond was the fact that I discovered my "rural" or rather "suburban" side. I seriously would never have imagined that I would prefer to spend a weekend in a semi-detached house in a little village that offers no sights, nor retail opportunities. Well, it's become more extreme even: I prefer to spend time there even when Highflyer is not around for several days as is the case at the moment.  For once, my home office set-up is better and more comfortable with better internet, too. The fridge is better-stocked and all my baking equipment is here as is my Cricut and other DIY stuff. Also, it's nice to have more space and be able to look (and step) outside into the garden and to go for a walk without meeting anyone other than rabbits or deer. It's a bit like a "retreat" of sorts even though the novelty has long worn off now and I have definitely left my footprint pretty much in every corner.

Whenever I am in Vienna, though, I immediately think "aaaah, how lovely to see people and be able to get things from shops as opposed to ordering everything online. And all the beautiful buildings! And all the things I can do! And isn't it nice to eat out for a change! I feel like a tourist in my hometown and still instantly fall back into city-mode without the slightest effort.

Somehow I have developed this split personality that loves pottering around in a house and yet is glad she has her city base as well. I'm happy to accept it, but still it continues to amaze me.