I love the place! Where I am is mostly flat plains and some rolling hills, miles after miles of dairy, sugar beets, potatoes, beans, and forage crops like timothy and alfalfa.The town are small (usually 1000-4000 people) and everyone knows everyone else.
When I moved here, we'd paid to have a big truck carry our belongings; we were responsible for loading and unloading it. The first day, the next-door neighbor (from about 300 yards away) dropped by, introduced himself and we started visiting. I said we knew nothing about farming but wanted to learn and had always dreamed of a homestead. Three days later, the truck arrived; that afternoon eight men whom I'd never seen before showed up and helped me unload. Next week these people showed up again, one at a time, often with their wives, bringing eggs and fresh vegetables ("...until you get your chickens in.") I mentioned we'd never put anything up and the peaches were ripe; why don't they bring their kids by to pick some peaches? They did and helped us learn how to can.
This being southeastern Idaho, most of the are members of The Church (we're not) but they didn't care and didn't try to hustle me whatsoever.
Their politics are different than mine; but their hearts (even though most voted for the Orange Pig) are good. This is one of the few places in the country I've been where polarizing politics just aren't that important, if you're a good neighbor willing to help in any way you can.
I have come home.