A dream of mine is to retire to a village.
Away from the concrete buildings that seem to be rising higher and higher. Away from the smog-filled mornings and the dense pedestrian traffic. Away from the continual sounds of human movement and activity. Away from a life that requires you to be on the go the whole time.
When I think of a village, it seems almost an utopia. I imagine a small community that embraces what community is meant to be: helping out neighbours in need, stopping in the street to listen and speak to someone with all one’s attention, looking out for one another. I think of people who belong; people who are not adrift in a sea of humanity.
When passing through a village, I notice as well how much closer to nature they are. I see trees, and open land around them. I breathe in air that smells fresher than what I breathe in when in the city. I can imagine walking in this clear air and not needing to pay attention to hasty drivers bent on reaching their own destination. I can hear, too, the sounds of the countryside: the silence, the rustling trees, the song of birds.
The downside of a village would be the distance to places like hospitals, libraries, and supermarkets. One would hope that there would be a hospital nearby if I needed one. Libraries? A monthly visit to the nearest library would solve that problem – and then I would borrow as many books as I could! And the supermarket? A village ought to have its local stores. Part of the village experience would be to walk to these local businesses and spent the time shopping and chatting with others.
There are those born in villages who yearn for the sounds and lights of the city. As a resident of the city, I yearn for the quiet and peace of a village. Who knows, maybe one day I may move nearer towards my utopia of village-living.
Would you like to live in a village?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2012
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