City people haven't a clue (in this area anyways) how to drive in the snow...
how to drive in the rain...
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