i love living in the city.

I love the diversity of city living — honestly, nothing beats the colorful characters you encounter on a daily basis.

The other day, I went out with my dad and Lucy for brunch and a nice walk. While at the diner, we saw a local "celebrity" which my dad confirmed in a spirited voice "Yup, that's him."

On our walk back towards the house, we came upon a senior center where a fire alarm was going off. As we walked past, there was a seemingly friendly and jovial woman talking to some of the residents sitting on a bench outside. As we passed, my dad greeted her with a friendly, "Hello." Instead of responding to him with an expected greeting, she noted that the fellows she had just been speaking to were "a couple of f'ing a-holes."

That afternoon, I got a call from my husband letting me know there was a strange man sleeping in the driveway down the road [which is more of a dirt alley than a road, really] from ours. No one knew who he was or appeared to care that this strange person was snoozing on the ground as they passed. Dogs would sniff him and still he slept on . . . eventually, he must have gotten up and walked away as he was gone when I later checked out my window.

I honestly don't think you'd see all of these types of interesting things [certainly, not all in one day] living in the burbs. I love living in the city — wouldn't change it for the world!