I grew up in a place that had more cows than people. Now it has more heroin than cows. I’d be dead if I didn’t get out. Real rural life where you’re working for a living eats people alive. What you want isn’t that, it’s this ideal where everything is simple and paid for and you’re distant from the things you don’t like about actually living in a community with people but all the amenities of that life are still immediately to hand. When someone you love dies because it takes an hour for an ambulance to get to your house, that is the rural life that’s actually out there to be had.
Don’t forget your private jet to get back to civilization when you’d like some decent medical treatment, something other than satellite TV, or a dinner of better quality than whatever restaurant is next to the truck stop.
I grew up in a place that had more cows than people. Now it has more heroin than cows. I’d be dead if I didn’t get out. Real rural life where you’re working for a living eats people alive. What you want isn’t that, it’s this ideal where everything is simple and paid for and you’re distant from the things you don’t like about actually living in a community with people but all the amenities of that life are still immediately to hand. When someone you love dies because it takes an hour for an ambulance to get to your house, that is the rural life that’s actually out there to be had.
Or they don’t call an ambulance because they cannot afford the $5000 bill.
That’s also a very fair concern that isn’t limited to rural areas but tends to hit them extra hard.
Don’t forget your private jet to get back to civilization when you’d like some decent medical treatment, something other than satellite TV, or a dinner of better quality than whatever restaurant is next to the truck stop.