I'm sorry for your long ago trauma.
Rose wrote:Consider yourself fortunate that you are able to live as you wish.
It's some luck, and a lot of determination and planning and hard work. We didn't just happen on this place. It took conscious thought and sincere desire to put ourselves where we are today. If we hadn't sold ourselves to the Army for a few years, we couldn't have done it. And it WAS just luck that no wars broke out while we were in.
Rose wrote: It doesn't seem right to pass judgement on everyone else based on your preferences however.
I didn't mean to make it sound like judgement against individual people. It's the whole phenomenon of huge metropolises (metropolae?) that bothers me. It is inescapable, I know. There are simply too many people and if they spread out all over the place, there wouldn't be enough farm land to feed them all. You've got to concentrate them into dense urban areas to save the farmland for crops. I'm just saying it isn't natural to crowd human animals that way. It *does* affect their behavior negatively.
And as far as passing judgement goes, you say that like it's a bad thing.
Doesn't everyone judge how safe a situation is likely to be? I work in a city of about 125,000 people, and there are neighborhoods I avoid driving through. They just aren't safe. (A former coworker lived there for a while.) If I didn't listen to her and just ignored the fact that people get violent in those few blocks of the city, I'd be kind of silly, wouldn't I? If the pizza delivery guys won't deliver to a particular part of the city--then that's a pretty good sign it's not a good place to be.
Of course, they don't deliver to where I live, either, but that's a mileage thing.
We haven't had food delivered to our home in the 25 years we've lived here. It's only 15 minutes from the city limits, but that's too far, apparently.
We do have neighbors where I live. When the leaves are off the trees, you can see 5 other homes about half a mile away. When the trees are leafed out, though, we can pretend it's just us out here ...until we hear a vehicle on the road, or a crop duster buzzes our place.
We dream, sometimes, of moving somewhere more isolated when we retire. My parents have 75 acres in the backwoods of the Ozark mountains, surrounded on three sides by National Forest land. I would love to get a place like that, near them, when we retire. My husband, however, is not finished with judo yet. We'll probably stay here in our little pocket of pseudo isolation until he decides he's had enough.