I was born and raised in a large midwestern US city. A few years ago, I moved out to the country. Like, 30 minutes away from any services. I made the move in part because I sold myself on a vision of Hobbiton. Living in and around nature. Away from the lights and cars and problems of the city and instead forging a life of pastoral relaxtion, gazing on sunsets while smoking my pipe.
But it was a mistake, and I hate it out here.
A caveat to start off… when someone mentions how they hate country living, there are typically two kinds of responses. One is from people who were raised in the country and love it. I think this describes a very small fraction of the population, though. If you’re in this category, good for you. I’m glad this all works for you but you’re not my audience here. The other type of response is from city dwellers, who when someone mentions rural living, are all like “awww that sounds like heaven to me :)”. People who, like me, think if they just had some land and a homestead they’d be living like BIlbo Baggins. Well it’s not that.
A big thing you don’t realize is just how important it is to get to simple services like groceries or just a haircut. Did you start making a recipe but halfway through realize you don’t have any cumin? In a city you can run out and be back in a few minutes but out here you’re gonna be gone at least 70 minutes. And getting a haircut literally involves planning a “haircut night” once a month because it can take up nearly a whole evening. If you need a taxi and it ends up costing a small fortune and had to be scheduled ahead of time. The distance from services really is death by a thousand cuts and it can really start to grind you down.
If you don’t have a place to run or have the space and money for some home equipment, forget working out. And btw rural areas are incredibly hostile to running, unless of course you own a ton of land and make your own paths. Running or biking on the roads is incredibly dangerous.
I have not had any medical emergencies (alhamdulillah), but I am very cognizant of the fact that for any urgent medical issue, I’ve already lost like an hour of time before I can get treated; which could make a huge difference in outcomes for my family.
You are on Mother Nature’s home court here. And she does not want you here. I’m currently just accepting all the ants and pincher bugs that are all over my house. Using a sonic system to keep out the mice but it’s not really working. Can’t let the kids play in the grass because of rattlesnakes. You just have to be comfortable with all sorts of creatures around. Dealing with the elements is just more challenging out here.
I know people feel (and are) isolated and alienated from their fellow humans in cities, especially under capitalism. But my friends, you really cannot understand just how isolated and disconnected you feel when you physically live distant from another human. It warps you as a human and turns you inwards. It fosters a clannish, blood-relations-only mentality. Marx totally had the peasantry pegged in The Eighteenth Brumaire, potatoes in a sack who only watch out for themselves.
And it’s not like the people you do have around you are all that great to be around, let’s be real here. In the US at least, rural areas are home to some of the most reactionary, anti-social people in the whole country. Because there’s no few people around here anyway (not to mention the chud nature of the people who are here), organizing is basically impossible. Closest DSA chapter is at least a couple hours away, never mind PSL. There’s just… not really much here to organize.
But honestly the worst and real heart-breaking one is… as a parent, I am hoping to god that I can move us to city before my kids get to old. Because I dearly hope when they’re adults they choose to live reasonably close to me. But when you live in the middle of nowhere, there’s just no way they can live nearby, there are no jobs. So the rural life breaks up extended families. Yeah sure even if I lived in a big city my kids might want to move away, but at least there, there’s opportunities to stay around.
And maybe I’m just mad at myself for not realizing how good I had it back in my big city hometown. And for practical purposes I am 100% stuck here. And for those reasons maybe I get unreasonably annoyed and people who idealize country living. At the very least, before you think about moving you should be aware of the downsides.
Goddam fucking chiggers. If you don’t know what they are, consider yourself lucky. Also, it’s a lot of work. Cutting grass, gardening, chainsawing wood. Can be a fulltime job.
I miss living in the countryside. I also know it would be very very bad for me and possibly mean my death. I miss being able to walk into the woods and disappear, not see anyone until i chose too. I miss being where I could hear the nature. Where I could go be in the green. Where I could hike and fish and be close to real dirt. But I dont miss my doctor being a 3 hour ride away (unless you have to wait for a ferry, then its 4 hours). I dont miss having no way out. I dont miss being isolated. I’m isolated enough in the city. I dont need more.
I moved out to the country for a lot of these reasons.
I like planning and preparing to have enough so I don’t ’run out cumin’ in the middle of a recipe. Having the space to garden and preserve my own food is amazing. This includes having a very robust personal pharmacy/emergency first response kits because urgent care is far.
Being one with the seasons, and the bugs, etc. is one of the best parts. My garden and food activities are change depending on the weather. I’m grateful for the rain and the beautiful days, and the for the days I am better off inside, I can work on my crafts and art projects.
You get ducks, mousers, and Shepard dogs to help with pests, all things you don’t have room for or rules that prevent them in suburbia and the city. Pest control including encouraging beneficial pests is also part of the garden health.
I think what you miss is convenience and I completely understand with children. The hardest part is there is no day off. But the freedom it gives is worth it for me. And working with nature instead of against it, including with my passive building designs, makes it feel a lot less hostile and like one big science experiment with testing going on in all different areas.
Reading every response further cements my view that for all the bullshit city and country life have to offer, they are paradise compared with the godforsaken wasteland known as suburbia. Literally just the worst parts of city and country life cemented together. Everyone here is either a paranoid landlord or a paranoid aspiring landlord. Security cameras are everywhere. Everyone who isn’t the paranoid (aspiring) landlord’s immediate family or friend, including neighbors, is some thief “casing” the scene. Can’t do shit here. Can’t hunt or fish. Can’t go visit museums or art galleries. Just sit at home consooming Netflix and other slop all day every day. People here are as standoffish as city folks and as bigoted as country folks. Country-folk-larping suburbanites are a particular type of wretched creature.
Anyone who has the misfortune of being raised in the 'burbs completely understands why fascism begins in the 'burbs.
That’s where I am right now. Paranoid Suburbia. Our old house was expensive but it was what I wanted: 5 minutes from a store, end of a dead end street, 6 acres of “horse property” but overgrown. I had meat chickens. I had egg birds. Giant garden. But when that fat fucking fungus was elected a second time I knew we had to move, because we were on a shoestring budget already and I knew prices would rise. Well, they rose. And it was the right decision but it still hurts that it was necessary.
Right now I live 25 feet in all directions from a nosey neighbor or yapping fucking pocket dog. My dog doesn’t like to go outside anymore because of all this and neither do I. So we try to escape to our little corners of paradise that we’ve managed to eke out, but it’s hard to do with fuel prices because where we want to be is 30 miles away.
To boot, we just got a HOA violation notice. We’re not in a HOA. So someone is trying to flex power they don’t have because they don’t like that I have a trailer on my land. My quarter acre of land. I dunno, the more I live close to people, the less I like people. My community isn’t the assholes around me with untrained dogs and strong opinions, it’s the friends I visit and help out. It’s the family I would move mountains for. I really wish it wasn’t the case, I wish we could build our local communities back up, but every single person I know is on the lookout for “whoever wants to take my next dollar from me” and I don’t even blame them. This country is totally fucked.
Country-folk-larping suburbanites are a particular type of wretched creature.
Modern “Country” music is tailor-made for this type of person. I grew up having to listen to it and I haaaaaated it. That Toby Keith “boot up your ass” song is permanently burned into my brain against my will.
In the mid-00s, something snapped in my mother’s brain and her personality completely changed for the worse overnight. Her music taste went from preferring 80s pop to exclusively listening to country music. Michael Jackson CDs in the trash, nothing but stadium country radio.
I grew up in a rural area and have lived in big cities. I always found myself thinking about how the country life is death and the cities are alive. People think it’s the opposite. The country has animals and agriculture and trees and “less crime”, so how can it be death?
I think it’s a combination of things. The towns are just decaying remnants of mid-century America. Main street is pre-war shops built in the 20s and 30s by whatever big industry was local (tobacco for me). You can see post-war spending on various post offices or police stations and schools. In between all this are dilapidated ruins of former economic activity. Abandoned garages because the old man who fixed cars there since he was 20 died decades ago and it’s just rotting where it stands. Rusty metal building for a machine shop that was outsourced before I was born. The big spooky abandoned or half-shut down factory for whatever big industry was local. Tract housing built by the big industry 80-100 years ago. The housing is terrible and falling apart but you can’t update it because you’re grandfathered into not spending $80k. Everything is small. Every restaurant is a mom-and-pop that everyone swears is the most unique and best food in the country but all they do is fry Sysco food. Basically they’re trading in on some family name back when they made bbq or hamburgers in the 50s. Nothing is new. Every time something gets a fresh coat of paint, it’s because someone spent their life savings to open a new business, like a laser wood burning/cutting shop, renovating the space, only to go out of business after a year.
Then when you move out of town, it’s just fields of subsidized crops that nobody uses locally. Random subdivisions in the middle of nowhere because some developer bought the land for $1 from a farmer’s estate. Rusting, aging farming equipment by the road. Yards full of old cars. These little oasis of nice mid-century and late-century homes occupied by some 64 year old who spend most of their adult life in some kind of post-war boom so they can afford to do landscaping. And that’s the other thing, the people. It’s just people who have lived here all their lives, deciding to not go anywhere, or not able to go anywhere. They’re just waiting to die. There’s nothing to do but go out to eat at tex-mex restaurant. It’s just people sitting around doing nothing and working and preparing to be the ones who can afford landscaping in 30 years.
It’s like living in the skeleton of a big dead thing with people who think it’s really cool to prepare for death and die and be dead. They want you be dead like them too. And I don’t tell anyone any of this because it probably sounds unhinged. But I also feel like they know it because they resent you if you have any bit of worldliness or cultural experience outside of morning chat at the local 1970s gas station with 2 pumps older than me and doesn’t take cards. By worldliness I mean the most basic sense that you are a person in a larger world with other people with different cultures or experiences.
It’s not that I hate the country life, it’s just that it has cut me off from so much for so long. Nobody here seems very happy. Everyone seems to be struggling. The past won’t go away because there is no mechanism to build a future. You can say big cities are like that too, but it’s more apparent here. The city feels like it still has a pulse. I concede that it depends on the city because being alive doesn’t imply also being good.
It’s like living in the skeleton of a big dead thing with people who think it’s really cool to prepare for death and die and be dead. They want you be dead like them too.
Wow lotta great comments in this thread.
Im the city kid amongst a country family and yeah, it ain’t me but its how I feel about my family
counterpoint: look at how great rural living is in China now that they have high speed rail to take them to the cities whenever they want in no time letting them have the best of both worlds
not that we’re ever getting high speed rail

This is the kind of thing that led me to formulate rule tithonís rule #1: do not under any circumstances move to fuckass nowhere
30 minutes away
Running or biking on the roads is incredibly dangerous.
Sounds like you’re not far enough out is your problem 😤
I frequently encounter radlibs who fantasize about “starting a commune” and living out in the countryside with only their select group of friends. And while I’m grateful for being invited, I really have to bite down on my tongue regarding how shitty of an idea it is in practice. Like we did that shit back in the 60s and they all turned into sex cults.
Glad to hear I’m validated about this. Agrarian Socialism: Not Even Once.
NEVER live on the compound
Ashely I’m in a communist compound right now it’s warm as hell we got stoves and like fifty blankets you fuckin loser
1660s, 1760s, 1860s, 1960s and beyond. A bizarre american obsession combining manifest destiny with biblical fantasies.
If I Could Live In Any Decade, It Would Definitely Be The 960s
You may say I’m looking at the decade through rose-colored glasses. To a degree, sure. The 960s weren’t all liturgical dramas and bear-baiting; they were also turbulent, dangerous times. Leprosy ravaged the land, women were chattel, and the life expectancy was 32 years. But there was this energy, this crackle in the air and a sense of limitless possibility that makes me feel like all the negative aspects of that wild, radical decade would have been worth it.
Yes, you get it and said it all in far fewer words than I needed.
Apparently this post is not for me, as someone who enjoys living in the countryside. I respect your experience, I think it’s very real and there are definitely significant challenges that city-people underestimate.
Now, despite being uninvited, I will actively push back so many of your ideas - I honestly think all of these accusations are not applicable in most rural places. Now it’s possible you’re in a shit area with genuinely shit people, and shit I really empathise if so. But forgive me when I say this sounds likely to be in meaningful part because you’re living in the country with a city-dweller attitude and perspective, and that if you change your approach you might get more of what you want out of it.
I also say all this is a non-USAian so maybe it’s completely different there. But of what I have seen I don’t think it is entirely so. The working out part clearly is, however, as where I live there are legally enforced public footpaths and locally owned fields/forests all over the show in every direction, no shortage of running routes. I feel for you if there’s a lack of that.
- That your neighbours are anti-social / you’re isolated. Again, this will depend on your neighbours at the end of the day. My experience of the country is that I am in more of a community that looks out for each other than I have ever known to exist in a city. The difference is I had to make an effort to go out of my way to meet these people, say hi, bring a couple bits of homegrown veg or foraged fruit. And that people are less used to dealing with a diversity of people, so you typically need to be a bit more patient and understanding with where they’re coming from. But once you are, you make friends and neighbours and reliable community members for life.
- That organising is impossible. Closely related to the above. Obviously it’ll be impossible to easily get together a huge communist protest organised or whatever. But it’s definitely possible to have productive movements. In a city you can raise a banner and you’ll find people that come to it. In a village you need to engage people on an individual level. My tiny 100-person village has buying groups, free community food larders, about 50 people from here and neighbouring villages go and cause a nuisance at local towns in deliberate pro-Palestinian protest. One neighbouring village came together to protect a migrant resident from being deported by pigs. Organising happens regularly, but it’s only a product of healthy and active community activity.
- That it’s unsafe to play outside. This really does feel your most city-dweller-esque issue, but to live in the country you really do need a bit more of a “be smart about it” attitude rather than a “don’t do anything that could ever potentially be unsafe” attitude. Nature is lovely and 99% of the time will be no trouble whatsoever. Be aware of rattlesnakes, but be smart about them and you’ll be fine. FWIW most rural people feel the same about busy roads and unsafe neighbourhoods in cities.
- Being able to go buy stuff at a moment’s notice. Certainly a truething, but again such a city-dweller attitude. Is immediate ability to buy anything you want necessarily a good thing? You don’t have cumin? Then time to change tack and change the thing you’re trying to do. It’s a very city-attitude to consider that some meaningful issue. There is some flow-going that must be embraced.
- That you need to go travel for your regular haircut. To be honest I’ve never known a rural area that didn’t have a very local hairdresser, but you might need to be ‘in the know’. That shit might not be on Facebook or whatever. Plus is this really necessary? Just book it next time you’re going somewhere if you need.
With all that pushback in mind, I do empathise with your issues. It’s a shame you’ve fallen into these (fairly common) pittraps without realising them ahead of time. I say all this with two things in mind:
- That people who do consider the countryside don’t get suckered into thinking it’s inevitably an isolating and horrible way of living. I honestly do love it and despite having lived in a city, I cannot stand it, I really couldn’t live another way. Rural areas have the nicest, most accomodating people I know - and it engenders that attitude because we gotta enjoy each other, there isn’t anyone else around! This said, areas will differ, I’m sure there are plenty shit’uns.
- That I obviously hope your life improves, one way or another. But that I think there are some minor adjustments to your perspective and approach that might help alleviate some of your issues.
I’m not a farmer, but you still couldn’t convince me to live in a city or sizeable town by ruddy gunpoint. Just shoot me.
Is immediate ability to buy anything you want necessarily a good thing?
Yes, but it’s probably fair to say that it’s being overemphasized in the OP.
I think one big difference in the US is that a lot of rural areas are just endless agricultural hell, especially in the Midwest. If you live outside of a town in Iowa, it’s just endless, pancake-flat, privately owned fields of corn. No paths, no right to roam. The middle of the pavement is the only place you’re legally allowed to be, and only if you’re in a car.
City critters also seem to hate walking up and talking to random strangers, so it makes sense that they have a lot of difficulty adapting to a rural area where you’re required to do that frequently in order to get stuff done. Like, my wife is from the NYC metro area and I have to do all the phone calls and talking.
The working out part clearly is, however, as where I live there are legally enforced public footpaths and locally owned fields/forests all over the show in every direction, no shortage of running routes
Yeah in the US this is really location dependent. Private property is king, and I think if you’re in parts of the midwest or south it’s much less likely for this to be the case than elsewhere. Unless you’re on BLM (Bureau of Land Management) or US Forest land, there are no public footpaths that cross through someone’s property like in other countries. It sucks
There’s also this amazing problem:
Across America, 15 million acres of state and federal land lies surrounded by private land, with no legal entry by road or trail. Most can be found scattered across the West, moated by ranches and corporate holdings. Such “landlocked land,” if it were one contiguous piece, would form the largest national park in the country, an area nearly the size of Vermont, New Hampshire and Connecticut.
thanks I hate it
Is immediate ability to buy anything you want necessarily a good thing?
Yes. Why wouldn’t it be? I’ve lived in places where I could and places where I couldn’t, and I definitely prefer the former. Especially when it’s something like medicine. When I was in crippling pain from kidney stones, I gained new appreciation for the nearest ER being 10 minutes away.
pro-Palestinian protest
That kind of thing would never happen where I grew up. People in my rural community thought Achmed the Dead Terrorist was the height of comedy.
My mother was born and raised in a village, and she loves rural living in summer and hates it in winter. She goes back to her home village every summer for a couple weeks.
One is from people who were raised in the country and love it.
The other type of response is from city dwellers, who when someone mentions rural living, are all like “awww that sounds like heaven to me :)”.
You forgot about the people who were born in the country and hate it

Nothing could have made me hate the country as much as growing up there did.
I lived in an absolutely beautiful farmhouses with like a kilometer of land to work with and a lot of forest surrounding to mess around with to my hearts content. Still sucked and I was only living their cause of my partner and making the best of it, unlike everyone else who lived their on purpose cause they hsd similar bilbo dreams. It was my at the time partner, her grandma and her grandma’s alcoholic ‘poet’ post divorce rebound boyfriend. The alcoholic guy was the only one with a car and he used that to keep us isolated and me in town cause I would work there for 3 days and then have 3 off. He would ‘forget’ to pick me up on his way back. My uncle who i dont like and while I dont think he did anything that crosses any lines, just prior to his divorce from my cousin’s mom he moved them all to absolute buttfuck no where. The top of a mountain. Those kids are both socially bad from it and it has had some pretty big consequences, mostly one of them getting pregnant at 17 with a 25 year old being the father and then blaming a kid in her class and when his parents thought it was sus and wanted a test she became Christian. Having space to fuck around is great for kids, but it doesnt add up to much when there arent other kids to do so with.
Having space to fuck around is great for kids, but it doesnt add up to much when there arent other kids to do so with.
I vibe with this 1,000%, but so far I have not been able to get my partner to see things this way.
If you’re there, make the best of it. But yeah, i dont think the deep country is any place to raise your kids. I dont have any but ive known a lot from cities, suburbs and the sticks cause I grew up in a city, got moced to a suburb snd most of my family never left the country. Suburb kids have their world defined by their little neighborhood and the kids that are maybe there, wasnt any within walking distance for me and it sucked. I went from having like 30 other kids around in walking distance to zero and I became a gamer cause there was fuck else to do unless my parents drove me. Once I could get on a bus and ride a skateboard things improved. But that leads to the country where a kids entire world is their immediate family, the lack of exposure in different degrees to people who arent like you or your parents is detrimental. Kids should wanna know how to get to Sesame Street!
But that leads to the country where a kids entire world is their immediate family, the lack of exposure in different degrees to people who arent like you or your parents is detrimental.
Sadly a disturbingly high percentage of American parents see all that as feature, not a bug.
My uncle isnt American and isnt like…awful as far as I know, but he has always had to dominate conversations and speak over everyone and married a first gen Disney adult after his divorce who is 10 years younger. It was an age 30 age 40 thing but she was a premier wearing Winnie the pooh pajamas person in the late 90s. I was too young to really get it and wouldnt mind talking to his first wife again, cause we got along really well, but im pretty sure moving them all out from the periphery of nowhere to the middle of nowhere was basically to be jack from the shining on purpose. The place I lived literally looked like bag end. It was idealistic af but it was someone’s effort to isolate their new partner while they were in s honeymoon phase. She had also divorced a millionaire geography prof and she was of course on the hook. Ive never seen a situation where people hsve moved to a less densely populated area as a family and it wasnt deeply concerning. That same ex partner came from a hippies family where its more of a bush than a tree between adoptions, older people having kids again, I dont think snt set of siblings have the same parents, my partner had an uncle who wave 6 years younger and that uncle was kept out in the country and homeschooled and at the time as a teenager/early 20s I thought that seemed sick cause they were really cool. They were both math majors who made a living playing poker. It was still a grind, kept them away from their kid at night and wasnt socially productive. But they felt they were getting it over on the man by using their math skills to eek out a mediocre living via smart gambling. They shoildnt have had a kid if they wanna live that way snd certainly shouldnt homeschool them. Whether on purpose or not its placing limitations on a child experiencing reality as people that didnt raise them might know and talking to any of these people down the line, it’s detrimental. My parents broufht me around their work on occasion or I had to hang out at a bowling alley when they had league night snd the sitter had exams the next day. I learned to chat with adults that way, ones who were total strangers to keep but knew my parents or maybe didnt but enough people around me did it wasnt dangerous. I can remember my younger cousin seeing his first black person to this day. He was 4. He didnt know people came in different colors.
As someone who grew up mostly in a rural area and got the fuck out when I turned 18: I feel ya. There’s this romanticized vision of country culture as being homely and close-knit, but in reality it’s like you said, especially if you don’t have family there. Oh, well there is the cadre of busy body old farts that get up in everyone’s business to judge the fuck out of you.
But honestly the worst and real heart-breaking one is… as a parent, I am hoping to god that I can move us to city before my kids get to old.
That has been the biggest irony for me. The stereotype is the homely country school where kids are “safe,” whereas the urban school is always a den of drug dealers and gang members. But holy shit, my kids’ experience in school has been night and day from mine. Other than a bad kindergarten teacher, his teachers have been great, very understanding, and his classmates have, by and large, been the same. Bullying is practically non-existent, and I attribute that to the diversity of the school. When it’s a decently even mix of white kids, latino kids, Asian kids, Arabic kids, and a small number of black kids, there’s no opportunity for one group to become the dominant dickhead group.
My rural school, though, JFC it was like sharks out for blood. Any sign you were outside of the cultural status quo there, especially when it came to religion, you just became a bullied social pariah. You know that stereotype of midwestern rural white people putting on airs of being super friendly but underneath the facade they’re giant dicks? Yeah, their kids are that but haven’t learned to put the act on yet.
You described my small town school 100%. Difference was pathologized and ruthlessly punished.
I grew up in a house in the forest four kilometres outside of a small village. I had the same experience that many others have of rural communities as intolerant. My parents were artsy intellectual types who didn’t have that much money and that made me the weird kid in school, which was ten very lonely years. That sucked.
Being far from convenient services also sucked somewhat but I was a kid and I was used to it so it didn’t bother me.
What didn’t suck was that I had this huge forest I could roam around in. There was fresh air and no traffic. If I wanted to swim I could walk ten minutes down to the beach. I often miss that and being this close to nature.
I moved away to study and have lived in cities every since. Once in a while I toy with the idea of moving to the country, of getting an old farmhouse and have lots of space. But then I realise how much I like the convenience of living in the city, how I love my 15 minute commute and my easy access to groceries, healthcare and other services.
I’m probably never moving back to the countryside but I do o like going there once in a while.
Pretty much all of this. Grew up on an actual island where you had to take a ferry to the mainland that sometimes broke. We lost electricity often and running water in the winter sometimes when everything froze.
The place wasn’t even a town, it was a village of about 800 people. Who did not like us as we moved in from the city when I was little. The school years were rough, the bullying was intense.
Services were ok though because it was still welfare state times thanks to our big Soviet neigbour. We even had a store truck that came by a few times a week so we could buy some treats.
But I loved the nature, the ocean, our home, the fact I could see the Milky Way on a clear night. I miss those things, but did leave for high school at age 16 and been mostly a city gal since.
I sometimes dream about being that person again who wakes up at dawn and goes out to give food to the animals in freezing rain and then has to light a fire in the kitchen to make coffee and feel warm. A person who hauls firewood all day long, which is what it was like.
But I live in a city in a comfy warm apartment where I don’t have to own a car and have a store minutes away from my doorstep, along with lots of nature trails close by. And I know that I just don’t probably have that in me anymore.




















