Speak for yourself. My domain is anywhere I say it is.
My choice would be to live in a cabin in the woods. Not to hear loud music, but to listen to the wind through the pines. To build a roaring fire. To drink from a pure spring. To eat the animals you have displaced.
Sure sounds a lot like where I live, Bubba. I'm about 10 miles outa town. I can see my neighbors house but only when the leaves fall. The bass in the lake are always good for a spur of the moment feast, and the Doe and her twins stop by once a day to make sure the apples that have fallen off the tree don't go to waste. Oh yeah, the moose occasionally stop by for a meal in the wetlands adjacent to the lake.
I think the Blue Heron hatched a whole mess of babies this year, as did the Sand Hill Crane, and the Ducks and Geese numbered well past 50.
Saw my first albino hummingbird in my feeders this year, along with countless others who stop by for my hospitality.
The occasional turtle that saunters thru entertains the hell outa my cats, and the garter snakes make great play toys.
The squirrels cuss at me every morning when I open the shop and keep me busy in the winter feeding them.
Lousy place to live, wouldn't you agree, TavernLeech? With all those displaced animals and all.