I love my "job", if that's what you want to call it. Babysitting for my godson and nephew, ages 3 and 1.
And my husband is great too. He let me quit my real job after I had back surgery.
But I hate where I live. It's a little town, they call it a village, if that gives you any clues. Ten miles from the nearest town in either direction. It has a post office and a little cafe. That's it unless you count the grain elevator which is one block from my house. And it sets next to a railroad track. It sucks. Allergy season is hell because of the corn dust that rains down on everything for about 6 months out of the year.
But, I guess you can't have everything!