I grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere. Hated the lack of community, nowhere to go, nothing to do except helping on the farm. Then as a young married woman we lived in a new build in a village. Years later, second marriage, converted blacksmiths, then self build (architect husband) then barn conversion. Separation, and for the first time ever I moved to the town and loved it. I had a little Georgian terraced cottage in a quiet backwater but a five minute stroll to the main high street. My teenage son loved it too, five minutes from the night life!
Times move on and that house became expensive heat and keep in good repair so I moved again. This time to my current house, a modern terrace in a quiet side road on a newish estate on the edge of the town. My neighbours are lovely. The estate has a village feel but with a lot more facilities. We have mini supermarket, pub, takeaway, chemist, surgery, fish and chip shop, optician and a lovely coffee shop when we can use it. The community centre is host to lots of clubs and activities and has its own cafe, again, when we can use it. All if this just down the road. There are also three large open spaces with lakes, play areas, picnic areas, wildflower meadows and streams.
I’ve talked a lot more about the areas I’ve lived than the houses, but the location is almost more important I think. Anyway my end terrace house us cosy, warm and easy to maintain. In the summer I hear the neighbouring children playing and when it’s quiet at night I occasionally hear the people next door laughing or shutting a door. I find that reassuring and wouldn’t want to go back to the isolation of the countryside, even though I still love the sound of an owl at night.