And I live in a city, despite being born in the country. The city could not function without the country, but the country can function without the city, if it were given the opportunity. It managed it for thousands of years before, it should be given the chance to do it now.
I moved away from the country because I got married to a city dweller. My prospects in the country were minimal, because there was no call for someone who can milk a cow by hand, reap with a scythe and sickle, spent hundreds of backbreaking hours planting and harvesting and can make bread, butter and jam from raw ingredients. By the time I was old enough to work at the milking, my grandfather's quota had been cut so many times it was no longer a viable option to keep the herd. How can you be a farmer's boy (or girl in my case) when there are no farmers left?
My generation is the first in my family (and I can trace it back over 300 years)not to work with the land, because we had no option but to leave it or face a life on the dole or at best, a wage that works out about 2/3rds of the legal minimum wage.