Done 'em all, and each had its appeal.
Growing up, my family lived in suburban-type settings for the most part, but always on the far edge of things, so mom could have a big garden and maybe some chickens.
As an adult, I lived in a big old Victorian on Russian Hill in SF for several years - my first time living in Teh BIG City. It was wild! Busy and exciting and you're never far from anything. The down side? City life is busy and exciting and you're never far from anything. This includes people going through trash cans every night looking for food/recyclables, pissing in doorways, and driving through the Broadway Tunnel at all hours with the horn blaring.
Had an awesome penthouse condo in Hayward (East Bay) that I just LOVED. Big, bright and beautiful. Except there was an 8-lane freeway across the parking lot, and a freakazoid downstairs neighbor who had apparently never lived in common-wall housing before. He pounded on the walls at me if I dropped the soap in the shower and tried to get me evicted because my two 8-week old kittens made too much noise. :roll:
Sold that for the final (and
by far the best) destination - a fairly new 3-bdr house on an acre of partially wooded land about 8 miles from a town of 16,000, 25 miles from a city of about 150,000, and 35 miles from an international airport/big city of about 600,000.
Right now, one of my roosters is singing his morning song, as are the birds in the trees. I can hear the creek at the bottom of my property rushing along, and there's a big frog down there looking for romance. Ribbet.
AAaaaaahhhhhhhh.
