I love quaint small towns where you can walk to a city center, the buildings are old, and things are within walking distance. There’s something just so charming.
It’s almost as if there’s a small patch of society untouched by large stores, retailers, consumers. Untainted. I know it’s totally idealistic to want this, and I could never survive, or not easily survive, without the large retail stores and chains, but there’s something just so charming and nostalgic about the smaller towns.
I never lived in a town like that, I always needed a car to get around, and stores were grouped up, so that people could get their shopping down. There were smaller towns around, but I never spent a lot of time there or lived there.
And I’m sure if I lived there, it would get old, but I guess there’s something I enjoy about that. Maybe it’s because I really liked the town from Gilmore Girls? Or because I never liked living in large cities?
For whatever reason, seeing them all around in the UK was cute and refreshing…until it got old (as all things you wish for and then get, don’t they?) when I couldn’t find what I needed, when we were always late and never around when the shops closed at 5pm.
But I don’t want to write a post about fulfilling wishes, I want to write about that beautiful image in my mind, almost like a faded photograph of the past I can think of fondly, without ever truly living there and having the illusion tarnished.