As a country boy, the thought of living in a big city can be overwhelming and even daunting. A place full of hustle and bustle, tall buildings, crowded streets, and constant noise can be overwhelming to someone who is used to the tranquility and simplicity of the countryside. But circumstances may lead us to places we never thought we would be, and sometimes, we have to find a way to survive and thrive in an environment that is so different from what we are used to.
I grew up in a small town, surrounded by vast fields, lush green forests, and a tight-knit community. I knew every person in my town and could count on them for anything. Life was slow-paced, and I was content with it. But when I got a scholarship to study in the big city, I knew I had to take the opportunity, despite my reservations. I had never been a fan of big cities, but I couldn’t let this chance slip away.
As I stepped into the city, I was immediately hit with a wave of chaos and noise. The streets were packed with people rushing in different directions, and the honking of cars seemed never-ending. The tall buildings seemed to swallow me whole, and I felt like a tiny speck in this vast city. I couldn’t help but feel out of place. Doubts started to creep in, and I wondered if I would ever be able to survive in this fast-paced, concrete jungle.
But as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, I slowly started to adapt to the city life. I learned how to navigate through the busy streets and mastered the art of crossing the road without getting run over by a car. I discovered the convenience of having everything at my fingertips, from 24-hour grocery stores to food delivery services. I even found a few quiet spots in the city where I could find solace and remind myself of the tranquility of the countryside.
However, what I struggled with the most was the constant contemplation of my own mortality. In the city, life seemed to move at an alarming speed. People were always in a rush, and no one seemed to have time to stop and appreciate the little things in life. When I walked past the homeless on the streets, I couldn’t help but wonder if I could end up like them one day. The thought of being just a speck in this big city, with my existence barely making a dent, made me feel insignificant and scared.
But then I reminded myself that I was here for a reason. I had a purpose, and it was up to me to make the most of my time here. I started to focus on my studies and made sure to immerse myself in the opportunities the city had to offer. I joined clubs, attended events, and met people from diverse backgrounds. I learned to appreciate the city for its diversity and its constant energy. I started to see the beauty in the chaos, and I realized that it was not so different from the harmony of the countryside. It was all about perspective.
Living in the city also taught me to value time and make the most of every moment. Seeing how fast-paced life was, I no longer took things for granted. I made time for my loved ones, even if it was just a quick call or text. I made sure to explore new places, try new things, and create meaningful memories. The city may have its downsides, but it also offers countless opportunities for growth and self-discovery.
Do I still miss the calmness of the countryside? Absolutely. But I have come to appreciate the city for all that it has to offer. And as I prepare to leave and return to my hometown, I know that I will carry with me the experiences and lessons I have gained from living in the big city. I have learned to embrace change, adapt to new environments, and make the most of every situation. Most importantly, I have learned to never let fear stop me from exploring the unknown.
In the end, it’s not about where we come from, but what we do with the opportunities presented to us. As a country boy surviving in the big city, I can confidently say that I have not only survived but thrived. And for that, I am grateful.
