I think a lot of this has to do with who the person is, and what specific rural area is being considered. Both individual people and rural areas vary a great deal. Rural places aren’t a monolith that all have nothing but Trump supporters who make nothing interesting and eat nothing but boxed instant mashed potatoes. And some people are only happy with crowds around them, while others may run screaming mad if they can’t get away from the crowds.
I’d a whole lot rather smell cow shit than car exhaust. I’d rather hear Coyote singing, or even the zon guns keeping birds off the vineyards in season, than police sirens. I find trees and farms interesting to look at and infinitely variable; but I find most modern or semi-modern buildings either boring or actively ugly. Old buildings I often think are neat to look at – but not neater than the hawk circling the field I’m mowing, or wow will you look at that maple tree in October – or in the first week of May or in mid-July, for that matter.
I don’t have to smell what the neighbors are cooking. I don’t have to listen to the neighbors’ choice of music. It’s no skin off my nose how often they mow their lawn, and they don’t care how often I do or don’t mow mine.
I’ve got my own good well water, no need for chlorine (yes it’s been tested.) I’ve got a hand pump on the old well and a wood stove in the center of the house and plenty of storage room; if the power’s out I can do just fine. I can have as many cats as I can keep fed and patted, up to three dogs without a kennel license and more than I’d ever want with one, horses and/or goats and/or chickens and/or llamas or pretty much any livestock I feel like having. I can walk out the door on my own at two in the morning and not think anything of it. The neighbors don’t bug me, but if I yelled for help they’d be right here.
When I go into town, people know who I am. I’m partly faceblind and terrible at names, so I often don’t know who they are – but I can explain that and most are all right with it.
There’s more stuff going on around here (in a halfway normal year, and in a different fashion even now) that I’d be interested in doing than I could possibly get the time for. If I were primarily interested in Broadway shows, that wouldn’t be true; but it’s true for me. We get some pretty good shows within a reasonable distance, though; and lots of excellent music.
We’ve got artists in wood and clay and metal. We’ve got family owned restaurants doing their own cooking, some of them using local ingredients, and a lot of them with local wines. We’ve got active progressive and Democratic groups – in the minority, but most certainly not afraid to let the neighbors know we’re here. We’ve got, not all that far off, a couple of very nice rehabbed theaters worth going to just to look at the building. You can buy generic standard furniture, or you can get it custom made and discuss the design with the people making it. You can buy your food at the grocery shipped in from wherever just like in the city, or you can buy it from the farm grown pretty near to order. Or you can grow your own. Nobody’s going to complain if you plant veggies instead of lawn, and pretty near everybody’s got room to do so.
I could go on, but I do still want to get some beans in the freezer tonight –