So I met a nice guy recently, who owned a sizable plot of land.
It was an ancestral handover to him, so yes, free.
He had 3 cows, 6 dogs, 2 pigs, 4 hens, and a few other animals.
“I’m an animal lover!”, he exclaimed to me.
There was a lot of greenery on his farm, and he was growing a few vegetables at least. And he said he would sit a couple of hours daily, just taking in all the fresh cool unpolluted air.
All this seemed surreal, until he said that he was unhappy. That he wanted to move to the city, “for more opportunities”.
Here’s a fellow living my dream life, and I want to be where he’s at. But he wants to be where I’m at. Oh the irony.