From country mouse to city slicker BY JENNY WILSON   I always imagined my life would be like Sex and the City. Of course, I’ve never actually seen a full episode, but from what I do know, it looks like the sweet life. I wanted to be the lady strutting through the city, wearing four-inch Louis Vuitton pumps; I wanted to go to lunch with handsome, intelligent men and have fancy cocktails with my girlfriends. But as of two months ago I was still living in my parents house on the farm where I grew up. It’s about as far from the high city life as you can get—but I…