Country living in the big city. My friends from work call me the urban suburban. Which I guess I kind of am. Part of me likes living in the city for all of its good restaurants (of which we recently realized that we eat at the same three or four constantly), shopping, convenience, access to busy-ness. And then there's the other part, that seems to get bigger and bigger as I get older, that is ready for a cabin in the country with gobs of land, a gazillion dogs and a garden. Or I'd settle for a nice house on Gig Harbor with sweeping views of the water and a boat docked out front. We plot our escape from the city on the regular these days. I've still got big dreams of tons of kidlets running around, packing up the car for summer vacation to the lake, sipping wine on a wraparound porch in our rocking chairs. So, to honor my crossed fingers, some inspiration.