Here is where I live
I wake every morning to a cold wet tap on my shoulder from a leak in the roof telling me I am going to catch cold, I can either walk out onto the field for a morning visit to the outhouse, or into the forest to my own, private, poison ivy-bordered pool of misquito ladened swamp and open air "oil barrel cabana" with straw cot, or walk down to the creek for a cold skinny dip bath or just a lie-down and critter-watch or a read/write. The fridge and bar haven't worked in years, I've got free broadband-wifi I swipe from the rich folks on the hill to surf or blog (or not) whenever I feel like (except when they figure out what I am doing and add security to their wireless server), and I have rabid marmot shadowing me 24-7. Also, I don't have to work. Unless I want to eat that day.