I live in a bigger city but I’m currently residing in a cabin in the woods, away from civilization. It has got a fire place going, some basic stuff and lots of board games etc. It also has a nice garden thing where you can just chill out for a bit. There’s beautiful woods surrounding it where you can walk.
I like living in the city, with all its chaos. But whenever I’m out in nature I feel this immense rest coming over me. I don’t know if I can actually live here, but for now it’s good. My gf’s family is talking about buying property in rural Sweden and they want to build a house there, one where the kids can always visit. I like the idea of living a rural simple life. Can’t leave the city now though, with all the activism going on. Bit harder to radicalize the deers in the woods.
I live in the center part of the city, with life happening 24/7. I don’t hate it but it gets a bit too much from time to time. Like, every morning when I walk to work there’s beer cans, glass, vomit, furniture, clothes, whatever on the street. There’s a lot of… interesting people around. There’s sirens. There’s traffic. There are parties. It’s just life going on forever and ever and ever with no breaks in between. It’s cool, I’m young and I like life and the chaos. But I also like being in a house in nature, walking around without seeing thousands of people and the quietness.
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When you describe it like this… maybe I was being a bit too nostalgic about inner city living.