I’ve lived in a big city for years now. Never seen anybody get mugged, or shot, or carjacked, despite doing activist work that often has me visiting poor minority neighborhoods.
The only time I ever really felt uneasy was when I had to walk alone at night through a neighborhood where all the businesses had bars on the windows. Worst thing that happened was a couple of people asking me for money, and they didn’t give me any shit when I said I didn’t carry cash.
But any time I visit the small town where I grew up there’s always someone or another acting like I came back from a fucking warzone lmao
I used to live in an area where trees were planted too close to the curb and street, so 50ish years later the trees got huge and had a very lopsided root system that would knock them straight into the road. Every year a few go down and wreck the overhead powerlines.
This was firmly a suburb though.
When my grandma was still around, the family would all go to her gouse for holidays, and she lived in a tiny little town in a redwood forest. Since redwoods are protected here, some of them grow straight up through the road, so it feels like you’re walking into this mossy post-apocalyptic land of colossal pavement-breaking trees and banana-sized slugs.
Man, redwood trees rule
That sounds really amazing. I love forested areas. I don’t know how people look at a bare sky with no trees and go “ah nature”.