I grew up in the British countryside. We had rolling fields, deer in our back garden, and occasionally the whole place would smell like the back end of a cow. It was great!
Although... when you live in a cottage in the middle of nowhere, and you actually want to get to the places where your friends are, you take it for granted. Instead of the relaxing parts, all you can see is that you’re the only person under 50 in this whole village, and the bus into town only comes once a week : (
Now, I live in a city, and though the bus comes once every 10 minutes, I sometimes miss the green, vibrant wilderness that you just can’t get in a bustling metropolis.
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