I'm not sure what I am. I grew up in suburbia, but most of the houses we lived in had big yards and we'd have a huge garden, trees to climb, fruit trees, berry bushes, even a baseball diamond when we had a two acre yard, etc., so I got plenty of outdoor time. And at least a few times a year we'd visit relatives in small country towns and farms so I got exposure to horridly boring small town life and some fun contact with farm animals (collecting eggs, milking a cow (riding it too), cautiously staring at a bull, leading a calf on a rope, etc).
Then college age was a mixed bag from a smallish Texas town (the town was super boring but was living with my boyfriend and that was fun), to a kibbutz in Israel, to living in a city high rise apartment in Washington DC suburbs where I didn't even need to go outdoors to go from the apartment in Virginia until I came out of the metro (subway) at the college campus in DC. I loved that apartment life.
Early career years was in apartment complexes that I guess looking back I didn't really like but I'd spend all my free time at horse stables and riding through woods and fields. For several years I lived in a teensy apartment in two houses that had been connected and divided into 6 apartments, but were surrounded by a 100 acre island of rural-zoned properties that had horses, pigs, a goat and chickens. But this little island of country was encircled by a very busy crowded built up area (tall business buildings and strip-malls on one side, mature suburb and new suburb on a couple sides, and Goddard Space Flight Center on one end).
Then for the past 22 years I've lived on small acreage in the country (10 years in Colorado and 12 years in Nebraska). I enjoyed being in the country while my parents (and then just Mom) was alive and my daughter was at home. I still enjoy being surrounded by fields and I love watching the birds come to my feeders and birdbath. But I am otherwise becoming very unhappy all alone in the country. I've let all the animals grow old and die (except one young horse I sold). I feel too tired and old for barn projects or maintenance. Over the past twelve years I've become fearful of machinery (tractors, chainsaws, etc).
I don't know what I am now, I keep thinking longingly of that apartment high-rise. I would love to live somewhere that was within a pizza delivery area. But I probably need to pick a place to live that has a park or something because I want to be around nature too. Pretty sure never want suburbia again tho.