My dad moved from a farm in Iowa to a small town in NH where his father was a minister and his mother never lost her Quaker farming roots. He wanted to get as far away from his "humble country origins" as possible and would've thought I was out of my mind, had he lived to see me now. But, times change; what was once the "glamorous city" is now a crime infested drug haven filled with traffic and pollution. What once seem "unsophistocated and plebian", now is considered a simpler way of life most can only dream of.
It took a few generations, but it seems the "glitter of the wicked city" has tarnished, and people are beginning to appreciate the simpler/honest things in life.
Yup, but I was always like my dad, who grew up in the city, and love all animals, LOL. But totally agree.