I live in a very rural place. I LOVE IT. I HATE the city - I hate the grim grey people who never make eye contact with you. I hate the traffic, the grot and filth. I hate the ugly identical rows of houses, and I hate the way a poxy couple of acres of grey rubbed out looking grass is celebrated as 'green space'. I can't be arsed with art galleries, cafes, clubs, shops, enough to want to be on their doorsteps. How often does anyone ever go to an art gallery anway? If I want that stuff I can go to a town for it... and the LEAVE again....I hate the way that if I ever DO have to go into a big city that I come home with black snot. Just Uugh. Shows you what you breathe in doesn;t it? I may be breathing in essence of cowshit at the moment, but it doesn;t give me black snot!
I LOVE not having to live up close and personal with my neighbours. We do HAVE neighbours, but they are not 6 inches away. I love the fact that I can breathe clean fresh air outside my house, (even if it does smell a bit muckspreaderish at the moment - I love that too!) I love the beautiful views. I love the quiet. I love the walks, the rides, the cycling with kids and not feeling like you are going under a bus at any second. I once rode a bike in Oxford and my legs shook for ages afterwards I was so scared.
I love not hearing sirens every ten minutes, which I notice every time I go to London.
You could not tempt me to live in a city. Not one little bit.