I’ve never quite understood the appeal of country living. When we moved to the Atlanta area, people kept telling me that five acres was the minimum—and that ten was even better. When I asked why, the answers were always the same: more distance from neighbors, more privacy, more space to do whatever you want.
Then we bought our first home—3,200 square feet. Eight years later, we moved again, this time into a 4,400-square-foot house on what some would call “just” half an acre.
What makes it work is that we’re still in a major city. It’s quiet, but everything we need is close by: supermarkets, restaurants, auto shops, and several excellent hospitals and doctors—which matters more and more over time. Emergency services are fast and reliable. Parking is easy.
Our days are full. We see friends almost daily—playing bridge three or four times a week, going to the gym, playing tennis, taking walks around the neighborhood and the lake, and hiking regularly. Meeting people isn’t a challenge; it’s part of life.
And when we want to travel, we have easy access to a major airport that can take us almost anywhere in the world.
For me, that combination of convenience, community, and activity is a recipe for a longer, healthier life.
The country? Not for me.