City people haven't a clue (in this area anyways) how to drive in the snow...
How to drive in the sun, etc.
Give me the WHOLE ROAD when it's bad and I can drive ANYONE home safely. Put me on the road with city-trained drivers and somebody gets hurt...or injured...or dead.
I was born in a big city (Philadelphia), moved as a child to the suburbs of a big city (Chicago), moved to a smallish city (Champaign) and now live in the tiny "Town That Time Forgot," with maybe, 199 other people (if you can find them all, like the sign suggests.)
I don't think that "friendly" describes either. You can find "nice" everywhere, you can find "mean" everywhere, you can find "weird" everywhere and location doesn't always keep you safe.
I have a gun and dogs for that, ha, ha!!
You have to love the quiet and the dark and the wild animals to love the country. I happen to love that my neighbors are too far away to see me through my windows, so I can get dressed in front of them. In town, your neighbor's windows are ~15 feet from your own!
The country is dirty and gritty. It takes a whole boatload of work to manicure your front yard, and when you have horses to train you may not ever get to it.
Country horseman have "grades" of clothing. I wear the worst rags to muck stalls and clean the barn and the basement. I wear the next grade up to just throw out hay, and the next grade up to ride. When I lived in the suburbs I would wear my best jeans or show pants to ride...Until I started ripping them on nails. You learn quickly it's dollar foolish to ruin your good stuff. You also save your leather boots by NOT throwing them on just to feed.
I stopped CW Reenacting (supposedly) bc the horsepeople were getting sloppy and dangerous. They WERE, but the real reason is that I can ride, burn paper, dig and plant and do pretty much anything I went to events to enjoy, just by walking out my back door.
I would be heartbroken if I had to move back to the big city. I understood it, lived near it, worked downtown and took the train with everybody else, and I could do it again, but it isn't where my heart is.
P.S. I lock my doors bc I STILL can't get over how country people will just walk right in your house...if you let them. =b