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A Final Tree Hug
A big city good-bye
City noise echoed through the skyscraper canyons. There were honking horns and other traffic noise. There was the sound of distant jackhammers and other construction noise. There was human noise. The prevailing din was loud and persistent. The concrete and asphalt and tall buildings seemed to be radiating a hum; a hum that to Craig was now dissonant and not pleasant to be in the middle of — even though that hum was one of the things that first drew him to the city years before.
Craig had grown up living in cities. That’s what he knew. His aspirations growing up were basically to move to a city that was even bigger than the one he was currently in — and then to a bigger one and another bigger one.
But that had all suddenly changed. As Craig walked down the busy city street towards the small city park he was filled to the brim with excitement. He had reached full saturation with the city vibes and had made a conscious decision to put them behind him. He was now headed towards the very opposite end of the spectrum.
He was moving to the country.
On the way to the park Craig was carrying a duffel bag, the contents of which represented everything he owned. That is how easy it was for Craig to finally leave the city. He was packed in an hour. There were many times when he almost did it…
