I live on a giant campground in a one bedroom apartment with only one married couple as neighbors who are located a quarter of a mile away from me in a house on a hill.

I like it, but some times it’s really hard. It is like involuntary, unintentional ostracism on the bad days. On the good days it is like “I’m just like Thoreau and I can do what I want because there’s literally nobody around”. Thankfully I have mostly good days.