So it probably comes as no surprise that living a good hour from the nearest hot yoga studio or massive health food grocery chain doesn't worry me in the slightest.
Actually, it feels like I can breathe again.
Our recent move - from an endless sea of Colorbond steel on the rapidly developing northern Gold Coast, to a rural ecovillage in the hills south of inland Kenilworth - has been a long time coming.
After spending my entire adult life in urban rentals, and the odd caravan or treehouse, I finally feel as though I can say:
I am home.