Write about someone who grew up in the country visiting the city for the first time.
The bus was late, nothing new there as it was always late but it’d not been coming at all until a few years ago. The village was totally cut-off unless you had a car and only the rich folk from the grand house had those. The town sounded exciting and scary but needs must so I climb onboard, purchase a return ticket and sat at the very front so I could see everything. Familiar lanes soon gave way to countryside and then the outskirts of the urban sprawl. The closer we got the more I just wanted to go home.