While Eva Gabor moved from New York City to a country farm in "Green Acres", I have chosen quite the opposite path. My reasons are varied. As a single Meaux (Cajun for "Mo"), I have found the country setting akin to living in purgatory.
Being the only one gifted with the fabulous Heauxmeaux gene can do damage on the psyche. (i.e., family gatherings) In a breeder world, you are THE oddball. It is taboo for you to bring up anything about your personal life. If you dare stray from the script, prickly quills rise up and nervous stares rain down.
Simply put... it's lonely being a Meaux. No matter how environmentally friendly you are for not burdening Mother Earth with more human children, you are looked upon as flawed and unnatural. If you are lucky, they'll accept you conditionally.
My Mother has yet to understand the concept of "family" in the Heauxmeaux world. I have tried to explain it to her. She'll scream, "WE are your family!" I'll respond, "Yes, but my friends accept me unconditionally." She'll blurt out, "It's your father! He doesn't understand." To which I reply, "You enable his behavior sitting idly by."
Truth be told, my life in exile was self imposed and rested squarely upon my own shoulders. I was always free to leave. Instead, I accepted my lot in life. If I suffered, then it was my own damned fault for not doing something about it... until now.
At the beautiful Bienville House, I am renting a gorgeous bedroom/bath/balcony in New Orleans from an older couple (Rusty and Al). The place is not far from the famous French Quarter. Here are some pics:
If my life were ever charted, that trajectory would definitely be pointing UP right now. This choice has been an important step for me. It feels like I am now on a good path... to self awareness and happier times.