Luckily they don't show up in pictures too much, but my legs are criss-crossed with mosquito bites lately. Such are the marks of the season for someone who keeps forgetting to put bug repellant on and wanders through fields and forests. I think it's worth the spots and itchiness to find a little solace outside of the city. When I was younger I often thought I'd settle in a city one day. I enjoyed my experiences abroad in bustling cities with daily routines of public transportation and crowded spaces, but now I'm much more comfortable in the countryside. It's a different set of routines; cars are necessary, noise is minimal, and sometimes it's nearly an hour drive to get to a friend's house or restaurant of your choice, but I even enjoy those drives. The time getting to places becomes part of the routine and forces me away from my phone or another distraction to just focus on driving and the passing scenery. I can live in a city long term if I must, but at this point I'd prefer not to.