I saw a listing for a house in SW Ontario and the price / package was attractive. The logistics would be a senior from Toronto parachuting into a small town, medical services (Half hour drive to a medical centre and an hour to a regional health centre).
When my mother and stepfather built their dream home in the boonies they lost their city friends. Old geezers don't like to drive, especially at night.
You aren't anonymous. Your neighbours know what brand of beer you drink.
Life in TO is pretty good. Is it worth trading that for "Might get better"
We traded condo living for an acreage outside Vancouver when we lived there, granted at a different phase of life. We'd consumed a steady diet of Escape to the Country on the BBC, had enough of the chicken coop, and wanted pastoral rural living. To give you an idea of my mindset at the time, I wanted a backyard where I couldn't see my neighbours. Ended up getting that on a couple of acres of sloped land between Maple Ridge and Mission at the feet of some mountains, half wooded with a creek running through. At the time of purchase, I was convinced it was paradise and that we'd never move.
Fast forward a few years, and the novelty had definitely worn off. 20 minutes each way to get a bag of milk made even simple trips take over an hour. Nothing walkable, so every meal out, coffee, whatever, was a trip in the car, which also meant max one beer with lunch or dinner (BC is .05 for drinking and driving). Too far out for delivery. Walking the dogs got a bit dull, as there were only a couple of routes you could take that were less than an hour. Wildlife in the back could be sketchy, with a neighbour attacked by a bear, cougars gobbling up dogs and cats, and coyotes getting bigger and more brazen by the year. Power outages in the winter were semi-regular, and driving in the snow was always sketchy with the hills and corners everywhere. Neighbours were cordial but distant, both literally and figuratively. And maintaining a couple acres is a lot of work, whether it's shoveling/snowblowing a long turnaround driveway, cutting down dead trees, or mowing a large, sloped yard.
There was lots great, don't get me wrong, but the bad had firmly started to outweigh the good. Part of the reason we ended up where we did here in Hamilton was we wanted a neighbourhood with a close-knit community that was walkable to the basics, with a decent selection of cafes/bars/restaurants nearby, and a good area for walking dogs. Some of that want list was a direct reaction to not having it where we were. Rural living has a lot of pluses, bit it's not for everyone, and it definitely wasn't for us...