I spent five years in a third floor city apartment and always wished to get out of there, but the housing market is so stupid that I couldn’t get anything – at all – in my city despite earning a living wage and being in my job for eight years.

Now for the past three months I have been enjoying a small, cheap and quite frankly awesome apartment out in the sticks, still close enough to get to work but far out enough that I can enjoy silence and nature like when I grew up.

Still, even back then I always enjoyed this moment the door closes behind you, when you’re free to do whatever you like and short of a SWAT team nothing can really get inside to bother you.