Metrophile or Countryphile?

Okay, so I know they’re probably not real words, but it’s still a dilema. Yesterday I embraced trendy city-living, watching the world go by in a Bristol city centre Starbucks. Watching as everybody bought either their tall-skinny-double-shot-vanilla-latte from the Barrista behind me or the Costa Coffee 10 metres across the hall. It was fun. I felt trendy, arty, with my newly-bought music at my feet, my mobile on the table in front of me and my head designing the new-look site you’re looking at right now.

Yet, at the same time, I’m enjoying my nearly-in-the-Cotwolds lifestyle. I’m enjoying my country walks, or listening to Monday evening bell-ringing practice at the church over the road whilst cooking the stuff I bought at the local farm shop.

It’s a complete split. Are the two mutually exclusive? It’s the same as a musician – can you be a serious muso playing Beethoven, and gig at the weekend with a singer/songwriter? Have I blown the countryphile life by having a blog, and desiging websites? A colleague of mine drives a convertible Morris Minor – she’s clearly embracing traditionalism. I’m never going that far, but I certainly don’t ever want to live in a city loft apartment.

Maybe I’m destined to be both, or maybe I’m just a fence-sitter, or normal. Oh God, please don’t say I’m normal…!