This. Is. City.

He does this for me.  I love the city.  I love any city as long as it is really city.

I loved New York from the first waft of exhaust outside the airport....I was hooked.

When I came home I said to Kent, pack your bags we are moving to New York!

He said no we are not.  "I live in the city for you." (He meant West Kelowna).

I was halted in my steps....THIS is not CITY.

Kent would love to have a weekend away that includes solitude, quiet, maybe a lake, no internet access, phone or TV.  In fact, this weekend he didn't care what time it was...I was the one asking constantly, what time is it?

I know that he does this for me and he carves out little moments of quiet for himself and I thank him so much for feeding a part of my soul that longs for city.