I’ve lived in big cities (San Francisco, Austin, Jersey City, Manhattan), small college towns, and rural areas, although never really that far from at least a small city. A year ago I lived in Harlem on the 12th floor; I now live in a house on an acre in a village (in New York State parlance a “hamlet,” or “census-designated place,” which really rolls off the tongue) of about a thousand people, 12 miles from a small college town and 2 hours from NYC. (OK, at 9 AM, 5 hours.)
I think right now (I’m 41 and single) being in a quiet area within bicycling distance of a college town would be my ideal, and what I have now is not far off. New Paltz is very small as college towns go (and not really a quick bike ride for me, what with a small mountain in the way and all – did I mention I’m 41?), but because of the proximity of Woodstock, Kingston, Rhinebeck, and other towns in the area, there’s not really much that I would envy of a resident of, say, Flatbush or Astoria besides a greater variety of ethnic food, museums, and a lot more live music of all varieties. And I found that most of my peers aren’t really taking advantage of that stuff more often than I am anyway. People go home to their neighborhoods and stay there, by and large. And there are plenty of downsides to NYC, besides the main one of the expense.
The big minus for living out here, I fear, will be my future for dating. A search on Internet dating sites in Manhattan would spew back thousands of profiles; here, it seems that even with a 20-mile radius and a ten-year age range, by the bottom of the first page you start seeing the ghostly profiles of people who haven’t checked them in months. A lot of that can certainly be chalked up to Internet dating not having gotten a toehold here yet. But, in general: fewer people, fewer single people, and fewer single people in their 40s in an area like this.
Alas, NYC is really too much city for me, I guess. I think DC and Atlanta woul dbe about the same. In Harlem it was a good 5 minutes between my front door and a blade of grass. It drove me nuts after a while. The fact is I enjoy gardening and bike riding more than museums and seeing bands, and not everyone can live across the street from Central Park with a roofttop garden. The more desirable the city, the harder it is live in a place close to your ideal.
I loved Austin, but I always lived close to downtown and bicycled everywhere – I essentially pretended it was a medium-sized college town. I imagine most of Austin’s million or so residents are out in the sprawl and have to sit in traffic to get to Zilker Park or the Continental Club. Foo on that.