I'm the opposite, I lose my #$@*&!% mind when I'm away from a major metro area.

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I grew up in the country too. The sounds and smells are completely different. I used to sleep to the sounds of the crickets. There are two things I like about town; If you forget something from the store it is no big deal and high speed internet. That is it. If I had the chance I would move back.

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country towns are $@!&. nothing'a do. so instead you do stuff your not supposed to do and you get in $@!& by the cops. i hate my town.

though if you go out in the middle of nowhere by a river nothing beats it.

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It's getting hard to beat the crowds even in this small town,I'll take the country....I really like the Smoky Mts.,and a trout stream.

I am a solitary creature and yet I love the city.... YAY CONTRADICTION!

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Melvins
The Jesus Lizard
Cows
Big Business
R***man
Minutemen
Flight
Minor Threat
Big Black
Shellac
Karp
Scratch Acid
Wipers
Pixies

Nevin,there is nothing like a nice trip to the great outdoors somewhere to cleanse and rekindle the soul.I too love fishing and relaxing,nothing beats it in my mind.I grew up close to the giant California Redwoods and to camp undeneath those giants is like nothing else.I also lived in Hawaii and to walk across the street and swim around giant coral heads loaded with sealife just re-energizes one self.I hope to retire somewhere there is giant trees and beautiful oceans and just sit on a rock under a tree and play my harmonica or guitar and get lost in my thoughts.I can't wait It cannot come fast enough.Glad you had a great trip mate

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1986 Fender Sidekick Reverb 35
1990 Fender Red Knob - "The Twin"
1992 Fender Newporter - Acoustic
2000 Fender American Series Strat - Natural ash
2010 Fender Mustang 1
2011 Fender Blacktop Jazzmaster -Sunburst
2012 Fender Champion

I'm with Floyd, solitary and love the city.
I moved from the city to a small rural town ten years ago. I utterly loathe it. So much so that I never go out. I hate the gossipy way people are here. Everyone in everyone else business. No shops, no industry, everyone looking to rip everyone else off in their bubble economy. Small minded nepotism that causes the rejection of anyone who's family hasn't been known to everyone else family since 1215AD.
I even refuse to spend money here anymore. I travel all over for work (even when work occurs round here, you've no chance of getting in being a outsider), so buy my day to day essentials off at other places. I refuse to spend money I have to travel to earn here.
Soon as I can get sold up, I'm gone, tatty bye-bye.

Nice to visit once, but live there? Sod that for a malarky.

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When I retired I pulled up my roots and moved to a small rural community on a small trout lake, what a difference. Like night and day, Now its noisy - kids on dirt bikes - dogs - lawn moors - smoke from folks burning debris - but its all good I love it and I can go fishing any time I wont to. I Evan take My little Acoustic out in the boat with me some times.
----Danny,

I spent my early days in a little seaside community called Glovertown and the big bay-Alexander Bay was literally in my front yard.Even though I moved into the "big"city of St. John's,the bay blood was imprinted on me and when we bought our last home I insisted that we live in the boonies right next to the water.I'm glad that the Missus and kids were on the same page that I was.I'd never to be able to hack city or even suburban living now after being accustomed to going out on my deck and seeing the ocean and whales and icebergs.Once you get a taste of country living it's impossible to shake.Nevin you should move down here-there have been sea trout caught in our river nearby that weighed a world record 29lbs.

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Walleye is about the best eating fish in the world. Wish I had some.

I live live in an area that does'nt get much traffic. I'm surrounded on three sides by woods and my driveway is about 350 ft. long, and this time of year with everything in bloom you can't see my place from the road. I see deer, racoon, skunks etc. more than people,and I like it that way, travelling salesmen are shot on site . I
can hop in my truck and be in town in 15 min. and have everything I need. I have the best of both worlds

I grew up in the best of all three worlds.

We lived in one of those small towns everybody mentioned. The pros--you knew your neighbors and who to rely upon (and who to avoid), housing was reasonable and it was fairly quiet. The cons--insular, racist, nepotistic rednecks and the drug scene was terrible--even in the 70s and 80s.

However, I lived 30 yards from a creek that we could walk alongside for about ten city blocks and we were out in the country. We could fish, shoot off firecrackers/guns, hoop and holler and be a general nuisance and everything was ok (just watch out for the cows!). One of my friends had a pet raccoon, another had a couple of indigenous snakes as pets and we all were "country boys" living in town. The lady down the block had a huge lot (for an in-town home) and had horses and goats and chickens.

I probably spent 70% of my waking hours down at that creek, crawfishing and climbing trees and playing Evel Knievel (trying to jump our bicycles over the creek...we never made it; several of us had dirtbikes/motorcycles, but our fathers all agreed to kill us and hide our bodies if we ever tried to use those for jumping. Looking at our ramp engineering and construction skills, along with the materials we used to build the ramps, our fathers were wise to scare us into submission).

When I was a teenager I began to fit in less and less because the school kid's typical Saturday night consisted of drinking beer--bought illegally at the Beer Barn or one of the other venues on the county line--and watching the illegal drag racing across the highway from the hospital...I never was into the race scene too much, but I when I got my own car I did go down there and scare all the Camaros in town a couple of times; they didn't know I crammed a V-8 into the '64 Ford that Crystal Jones used to drive to school all the time. My friends and I generally went into one of the nearby cities to drink beer, cruise around and listen to music, with the reasoning I would not run into our parents or anyone who knew them.

I was further ostracized when I brought my girlfriend and her brother to my home for a dinner with my family one Friday evening. By Monday, it was all over the school that, "He's dating a [black] girl." When asked how I could stand to kiss her, I replied, "Well, she's good-looking, she's got all her teeth and she doesn't dip snuff like your girlfriend....plus, she's only half-black; her dad is Greek so I'm just dating that portion of her." That didn't ingratiate me to the denizens of this fair burg too much, either.

But a person could jump in a car and be in Fort Worth (a mid-sized city with all the accruments of city life) in less than twenty minutes or Arlington (lots of cheap entertainment) or Dallas (a larger city with all the blessings and curses of that description) in an hour.

As I grew up, I accidentally ended up in the same town when I bought my own home and it got even better--the town grew and there were stores to go to, restaurants to eat at and things to do. Most of the rednecks and racists died or moved further out into the country (due to all the "minorities movin' into town") and the town got better. Some investors revamped "Old Town" and it became a nice place you could take the kiddos or even go out on a small date with the wife or your girlfriend...just not at the same time .

I just moved into a town that is much like my home town was twenty years ago. I regularly see raccoons, deer, possums and other critters on the two acres we live on...we had to hold a small funeral for one of my brethren who was killed on the road in front of the property we're renting (an armadillo was lost to the ongoing battle between automobile-hood and Armadillo-hood...I thought I heard a scream that evening ).

I like the peace and quiet, but I don't like the racism and rednecks. Meth has eaten up a portion of this town, and the people who have learned to work the system and live on government dole have eaten up another portion...but at least there's a couple of good shops and we're only about thirty or forty miles from a small- to mid-sized city (Sherman, Texas).

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Screamin' Armadillos
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When I was in the Army, I rented a house off-post on a big piece of farm land, I miss that place every day. Nothing beats the country IMO. Sadly I live in the middle of the Bay Area, not much country here.

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Wow, these are some pretty hard stories. I would really like to have my own compound someday.

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Man it's dire when you can't score.

Nah in all seriousness, it's much the same here. Heroin addicts everywhere, where you have meth heads.
Bad news mate.

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