I'll admit that sometimes I miss certain conveniences of The Big City. Nothing like not being able to find feta cheese at the only grocery store in town to push a hormonal pregnant chick over the edge. It's not really even a huge deal because I'm still not sure if I'm supposed to eat stupid feta cheese or not- because I read that I'm only allowed certain types of pasteurized cheese and I don't even know if feta is one of them. ANNOYING.
So I head home pouting and dreaming of the days when I lived in Atlanta and my grocery store ALWAYS had lots of feta choices.
But then my mind jumps to an article I read that said Atlanta is the 2nd least safe city in the U.S., and I'm reminded of why we traded certain conveniences for peace of mind.
And even though I am feta-less, I can honestly say that when I look back....
I like what I see.
I'll take cows over crime any day.