I lived in the city when I was little. I remember fire trucks whizzing by responding with alarms blaring!!!! We traveled by city bus daily and I straight up hated it. My mother would laugh when I said “I hate THIS” as that is all I knew.
I hated the LOUD SOUNDS, HARSH SMELLS and CROWDED SIDEWALKS! I still do.
The Countryside was beautiful... Open scenery, gorgeous sunsets, sunrises, full silver moon lighting the hills and lone country road. The color of green corn plants standing so majestically. The dragonflies dancing on my grandfathers pond. The seasonal visits brought different sight sounds and smells. Stepping out on the porch and smelling his neighbors coffee, bacon cooking.
I later moved midway from age 7 until now. I really think a permanent country existence might be a bit too isolated for me now as I need to be closer to medical facilities.
When I lived in Utah, I lived on a bench location aside of the Wasatch Mt. Gorgeous scenery for sure with scrub oak surrounding us.
Now my home faces a cul de sac toward the front and 50 acre field out back. Deer, all North American mammals and 22 varieties of birds. So now I kinda have both.