I live in the country but neighbor's house is about 200 feet from mine. He was here first, but we get along. Across the road is another neighbor but he sits far back near the rear of about 3 to 4 acres.
I have 4 acres, would prefer 10 to 40. Shop sits up high and I look down on the neighboring town. I waited for this place to come up for sale, I knew the prior owner, was friends with him and he never made his payments on time; beer and Copenhagen always were more important. He was a native Texan, he and his 2 brothers were told to leave Texas and not come back. He lived here 12 years, still owed as much as he paid for the place and didn't have electricity/running water most of the 12 years. He poached deer and turkeys in the yard at night for something to eat. We always figure it was suicide in the end, he was in the middle of foreclosure when he decided to take a nap with a radiant heater running in the living room on a 100 lb LP cylinder. Never woke up. It's on a highway so no dust. Paid $32,010 for it on the sheriff's sale. I already had the deal worked out with the bank but someone was asking to many questions about the sheriff's sale and they did show up to it but didn't have the minimum letter of credit. As I was already there, I just bid 10 bucks more than the bank and sheriff handed me the deed. There were about 15 liens on the place, that's why it went thru the sheriffs sale. I've put some serious sweat equity in the place, tore down all buildings except the house and one small shed. Built all new ones, most of the work by myself and wife plus son and daughter.
I thought about semi retiring and put the place up for sale for $1.2mil, but someone would come along and buy it and I wouldn't have anywhere for my "stuff" even though I still own my old shop building in a town 4 miles away plus another cold storage shed and a mini storage.
My view will change when I finish cutting down the 26 ash trees. I'm way happier here than living in town for 22 years. I can shoot a pistol in the back yard or clays. Neighbor's dog comes over for a visit then goes home and best part I don't have to feed him or take of him. Life can be good.
I could always move back to the home farm when my parents are gone. Land won't be sold and have no idea what we will do with the building site. They just finished having new barn steel put on every building, looks sharp. My mother decided to finally spend her social security checks she started collecting 20 years ago. She is 82 this past May.