There are some things I really love about where we live. It's so easy to forget the good things when I'm constantly focused on being prepared for the next crisis.
We live on a road that originally belonged to one family. I think it is kind of a sweet thing - he was a farmer with three daughters. When each of his daughters go married he gave them a portion of the land to start their own families. In turn each of the daughters gave their children some of the land. Here and there a few of the children have left the area and opened up the road to others - but mostly, it's still family. T & I bought the first non-family house that was built on this road. We live at the far end of the road on a small plot of what used to be farmland that wasn't owned by the original family.
We are surrounded by cow pastures and rarely see much drive by except for tractors. YaYa thinks of the cows as hers and tries to feed them flowers or sticks through the fence (not much interest...). We love to watch the babies after they are born and as they grow. (Who knew a baby cow could be so darn cute??).
If you would have asked me 20 (or even 10) years ago what my ideal place to live was I would have instantly said NYC (or some other large metropolitan area). But here I am - mostly content to spend my weekends watching our dog chase rabbits in the yard and splash around in a blow up wading pool with YaYa. I miss the constant alive-ness of a city but I was and would be a completely different person in that environment.