Country Girl in the Big City

So the summer makes me struggle a lot with my decision to live here in Joisey. Not that I was ever really a country girl, mind you. I did drive a truck, had all the country radio stations on preset and had cows in my back yard. However, when I met a dear friend, before she found out where I was from, she automatically assumed it was New York.
Quite often in the summer we go down the shore (that's the way it's said, not down to the shore or anything like that... "down the shore"...) for a Saturday. We sit on the Parkway fighting traffic, me hiding my face and begging Joey to drive slower. But somehow, when we get there, I feel at home.
There are days that I don't mind living next to New York City. September here is perfect. Going over to see the Christmas tree in Rock Center (definately not on the day they do the lighting though... I'm not INSANE!) But right now, in the throes of August, where the air is so humid, you feel like your lungs are dripping on the inside, the heat is so oppressive and it makes the garbage stink. All drivers are bad drivers, and people are oblivious to common courtesy. I just want to run and live on a ranch in Alaska. Sometimes the city is beautiful, sometimes my heart is ugly. If I make it through today, I'll have 2 more days of August to deal with. Now, September 1st, I will be out at Revelation Farms at the RevGen festival. There will be grass, there will be space, and my only responsibility is to make sure my little cousins have fun. Something tells me September is shapeing up to be quite nice...