I think a lot depends on where one grows up. I was born and raised in NYC, my parents moved us to Long Island and I hated it. I got a job in Manhattan and moved back to the city. I feel safety in numbers, I loved apartment living (I know, I’m weird). I feel vulnerable with too much space around where I live, like if I scream no one will hear me.
In DR we live in the campo on 15 tareas since 1980, I’m always imagining something or another. I’d be much happier in an apartment in Santo Domingo but that will never happen (my husband was born and raised there and he hates it).
In NJ, we lived in a house on a barrier island for 36 years, houses in close proximity. 5 years ago we moved to the mainland on a 1 acre lake lot, I’m getting braver 🤣