We used to live way out in the country. I mean WAY out.
Our "driveway" was a mile of dirt and gravel. There were three neighbors on the road and one was my cousin! The neighbors at one house had peacocks and James and I often drove by in the evening when they were the most active. They are LOUD... we could hear them all the way to the top of the hill where our house was. We always enjoyed "talking" to them and their answering screeches.
I sure miss the hills. Wonder if I'll ever get to move back there?
Now that I am in the city, actually a smaller town really... there are advantages to both. It isn't 45 minutes to everywhere. I am still amazed that when I get down to the orange bar on the gas gauge that I better get gas "one of these days" instead of panicking that I won't get to the station.
But the nights looking at the stars that one can actually SEE... and hearing coyotes calling... and the silence... I miss my dreamland.