In 2019 I left inner-city Melbourne and moved to a cottage in the country in southern Tasmania. One of the reasons I did it was that I wanted to live with animals. The idea collapses pretty quickly - there were plenty of animals at our place in Footscray, including ants and blackbirds and pigeons and humans - so I guess what I really wanted was some more romantic notion of myself sitting in a meadow while wrens jumped on to my shoulders and wombats gamboled by a pond. Or something.
Love "The real estate agent could smell it on me"
They always can....