Woodstock New Brunswick Canada, is where I call home at this point and time. It is a small town with just over six thousand people. We are surrounded by fast-food joints and a very crummy mall. Everyone knows each other, for the most part anyway. I complain often that there is nothing to do, but that is really my own fault, I've come to accept the fact that I am a pessimistic person.
The town isn't all bad I suppose. There are a lot of hicks, rednecks or whatever lingo is used, but I've come to ignore them. One thing I do know is that I'd be scared out of my mind in a big city.