Ruralicity (n): All the ways that city living mimics rural life.
Great writers have written hallowed words about the virtues of country living—its incommunicable peace and grace, the basic rightness of its simplicity—and I will not try to emulate them, because despite a raising in the folds of rural Virginia, I am living in the city of Washington, D.C.
I make my home in a freestanding pre-war apartment building in Logan Circle. I love all the trappings of city living: $5/cup single finca bullshit coffee, overpriced cocktails at Two Birds One Stone, Uber drivers from countries I dream of visiting and a bookstore that's open 24 hours a day on weekends. But sometimes, when I hear a dove hooting mournful and sweet, somewhere around my building—where? Where does she live?—I miss the slow and easy thrum of summer evenings in Goochland County so powerfully that it's an ache, and I turn to the little details of my life that I have engineered to imitate rural life. I even have a word for it: Ruralicity. The intersection of country living and big-city life.
I know I'm not the only country-girl transplant that feels this powerful homesickness, and so I created Ruralicity to help share all of the wonderful markers of home that I have learned to find in a city of 600,000 people. Join this country mouse as she navigates the big city.
About Katie Bo
Katie Bo is a southern writer fighting Willie Morris' warring impulses of one's sensibilities to be both Southern and American. When she is not working on Ruralicity, she is an associate editor covering health care for Industry Dive. Her work has been featured in The Washington Post, two-time Ellie winner Nautilus, McSweeney's, Covertside and a variety of publications under the Berkshire-Hathaway umbrella. You can find her full portfolio at katiebowilliams.com or send her an email at katiebowilliams at gmail dot com.
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