I hate every single thing about being outdoors and out of the city. I've been dragged there against my will countless of times in my childhood and youth, but never learned to feel whatever I'm supposed to feel when looking at trees. I hate being exposed to weather, I hate the deafening silence, I hate the smell of animal manure and I hate the isolation. City parks and the evenly paced, well-groomed trees planted on the side of the streets for shade, and the jackdaws and rabbits that find their food from them, are all the wildlife and greenery I need to see to be happy.

The love of my life hates cities with the same fury as I hate being in the middle of nowhere. Since we're happy about everything else, we love each other, and don't want to break up because of this, something's gotta give. We've been living in apartments in the city for the past five years and it has made her suicidally depressed, so obviously she is not the one who's capable of adjusting, so it has to be me.

How do I learn to endure living in the nothingness in the middle of nowhere, where she could be happy?