Here is where most Americans expect me/us/them to live:
I live very close to a neighborhood like this, where everything is manicured, polished, and pretty. It’s great eye candy, and I get to brag a little when family and friends come visit. But do I love it? No, I hate it.
I hate it because in my nice surrounding neighborhood, nobody hangs out in their yards or on their front porch, if they have one. It is eerily empty during the day, when everyone has commuted to their jobs which are on average 1 hour away. The pressure to keep up with the Jones or Smiths is palpable, hanging in the air like humidity that its residents can’t escape. Children are rarely seen, and neighbors complain if they do anything remotely childlike, such as squealing with delight or laughing loudly.
Heck, nobody even really uses their balconies, even though we all have perfectly fine ones that overlook the picturesque landscape. I’ve been here for three years and never felt comfortable really living in my residence except for my bedroom, simply because I’ve been afraid to offend the neighbors by breaking some unspoken rule. My landlord assures me that I am free to use the balcony, but somehow I don’t quite believe him…
Once, when I was driving around in another neighborhood, I came upon a street that looked like this:
Aha, I thought - now this was more like it. Smaller, older homes with individual touches where people could actually live in the neighborhood rather than just look at it. I instantly told my DH that the next time we move, I wanted a to live in a neighborhood like this. It is more in keeping with my values. I don’t care if I become a millionaire. Unless I buy my own private island, I would not live in one of those fancy neighborhoods where you can’t touch or use anything because that would mess up its shiny image.
An INTP home would not be complete without a zillion books (and bookshelves) and unlimited Internet, but I’ll cover that another time.