Really depends on your stage in life, your mindset, and what drives you. I live in a fairly rural area, within a 1 mile radius of my house there are probably less than 100 people living. That being said i have fairly limited access to natural nature, the forests here are artificial and it definitely shows in their subpar natural beauty. But thats besides the point im trying to make.
Im planning on getting an apartment on the outskirts of a nearby city because i have an emotional need for socialization that is not being fulfilled here. My neighbors are all right wingers and i generally dont judge people for living in trailers but GOD DAMN do my neighbors make it difficult. It seems every day there is what i can only deacribe at trailer trash drama. Between my elderly drunk and methed up neighbors getting into fistfights, to my neighbors openly asking if ive seen their escaped cock fighting roosters, to three of my neighbors seperately being arrested for child molestation, to letting their dogs maul anything that moves so their dogs are contantly being put down, to flying a dont tread on me flag, two trump flags, a thin blue line flag, and another flag i dont recognise with trump face on it, all while complaining that the democrats are taking their foodstamps so they can put it into the undeserving welfare system. I have come to the conclusion that i simply do not want to interact, even in passing, with any of my neighbors, but i need to socialize with someone. My goal is to move to a city where it is socially unacceptable to behave that way for fear of someone beating your ass for being a nazi or child or animal abuse. That, and midnight walks massively help my life long depression, and I romantisize the neon lights and street lights of the big city. Id LOVE to walk down the local river path with all the lights.
I’d rather live there than the apartment I am in. 🤷♂️
At least I could see nature from my bedroom window and not just a wall.
Yeah, I’m renting 1/4th of a basement in a shitty housing development. I’d kill for that guys trailer.
I’d live in a shack in the woods before an apartment. What an awful way to spend one’s only chance at life.
Really depends on your stage in life, your mindset, and what drives you. I live in a fairly rural area, within a 1 mile radius of my house there are probably less than 100 people living. That being said i have fairly limited access to natural nature, the forests here are artificial and it definitely shows in their subpar natural beauty. But thats besides the point im trying to make.
Im planning on getting an apartment on the outskirts of a nearby city because i have an emotional need for socialization that is not being fulfilled here. My neighbors are all right wingers and i generally dont judge people for living in trailers but GOD DAMN do my neighbors make it difficult. It seems every day there is what i can only deacribe at trailer trash drama. Between my elderly drunk and methed up neighbors getting into fistfights, to my neighbors openly asking if ive seen their escaped cock fighting roosters, to three of my neighbors seperately being arrested for child molestation, to letting their dogs maul anything that moves so their dogs are contantly being put down, to flying a dont tread on me flag, two trump flags, a thin blue line flag, and another flag i dont recognise with trump face on it, all while complaining that the democrats are taking their foodstamps so they can put it into the undeserving welfare system. I have come to the conclusion that i simply do not want to interact, even in passing, with any of my neighbors, but i need to socialize with someone. My goal is to move to a city where it is socially unacceptable to behave that way for fear of someone beating your ass for being a nazi or child or animal abuse. That, and midnight walks massively help my life long depression, and I romantisize the neon lights and street lights of the big city. Id LOVE to walk down the local river path with all the lights.
Let’s not besmirch the venerable shack in the woods.
You could also see nature from the ceiling, floors, and inside as they scurry out of your way to the breakfast nook.