To put it rather bluntly, I am not the type who wants to go back to the land; I am the type who wants to go back to the hotel.
When I read that, I said “Ding!” If anyone is so foolish as to propose camping to me, I remind them that my idea of “roughing it” is only a three-star hotel.
I am a city boy born and raised, and I am not really comfortable if I cannot walk to a street corner in five minutes and find there coffee, a danish, and a newspaper.
Rochester, NY is the smallest place I have ever lived. I do like it. But I wish having a car here was less necessary and more ridiculous. The way having a car in Manhattan is ridiculous.