I love living in a small city. It’s commutable, people have time to have a chat in the street and there is just the right amount of variety. That is until the Christmas shopping starts. I always tell myself I could live in a big city, until I find myself walking around a toy store looking for a present for my Goddaughter, fighting the crowds like it’s a Prodigy gig. 

I remind myself that some cities are like this all the time. If you live in a big city, you have my respect. 

Burrito time.

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