Looking out my window over the smoggy rows of high-rise after high-rise, my heart felt unsettled. “Why am I here? Is this really home?” I thought. Digging up nostalgic memories from my childhood and scrolling through “country fall” posts (yes, my desperate search) on Pinterest had also not helped this feeling. I have learned this past year living on the 22nd floor of a high-rise in a city of 10+ million people, that a part of me starts to get deeply unsettled in the city. When I was younger I never thought I would have said this, but I adore the country and its slowness. ​ ​Somedays I feel that…