Someone I knew at university recently bought a van, gave it an exterior paintjob
[1] and an interior cosyfication, and is currently driving around the North and Scotland. The doors swing open to facilitate the admiration of silent golden sunsets over lochs and moors. It looks incredibly peaceful.
Living in a city is useful and lively (100% less so this year), but I think you're forced to trade in a little bit of your spirit to do it fulltime. It's all I see, tarmac and walls. Slabs. Concrete. Parked cars. Trees planted in isolation from one another to trick your primate brain into tolerating bus stops. Arctic permashade across the pavements, sunlight denied entry by the shopping centres and vertical fiefdoms of offshore landlords. If ever you glimpse a blackbird or a robin, you presume it must have come to kill itself.