☕ A Sip of Flava

Between City Streets and Open Fields

I’ve always had a fascination with country life.

A farm or a ranch.

Horses, cows, chickens.

A garden that feeds more than just the table.

A dog or two running free.

A farmhouse with a barn nearby. Family close. Trusted ranch hands.

The kind of country store or outdoor market where everyone knows your name, and people genuinely look out for one another.

There’s something about that slower, more predictable rhythm that feels comforting. Appealing. Especially on days when the world feels loud.

And yet… when I sit with it honestly, I know this about myself:

I’m a city girl.

I may not be out and about all the time, but I like knowing that if I want to be — and if my body is feeling good — there’s life happening all around me. Culture, food, art, people, experiences. Possibility.

And the truth that grounds me the most comes from working in healthcare.

I think often about how far people have to drive just to see a specialist. How much planning, time, and energy it takes for some to access the care they desperately need. That matters to me. I know I want to be close to hospitals and medical specialists. Close to help. Close to answers.

So yes — I love Hallmark-style movies about farm and ranch life. I watch them with a smile and a little longing.

That love runs deep.

My daddy was born on a farm. And even though he was Japanese, he loved cowboy boots, hats, and belt buckles. I was raised going to rodeos. That blend of cultures, grit, and open land lives in me honestly.

Maybe that’s why I don’t see this as an either/or anymore.

Maybe someday there’s a way to hold both —city life for access, culture, and care…and country life for grounding, space, and peace.

Maybe the future doesn’t ask us to choose —maybe it asks us to blend.

And that thought?

That feels just right.