Has anyone else felt that after spending most of your daily life, and daily routine in a city that once you get out into nature, theres a type of "disconnect"?

I can't really explain it, but I felt a type of anxiety it wasnt real bad but it was a feeling of alertness and of a sort of survival instinct kicking in that I completely forget about when i am in the city.

I also feel really powerless in a way since I had this thought of "well this is life and earth in its truest and rawest form" like I know that if I got dropped off in the middle of those woods my life would be miserable since I wouldnt have clue what to do. Much less would in any capacity would I be capable of surviving (and thrive) long term. I wouldn't even know how to dress myself. or even be competent to hunt anything probably until after a couple of weeks....

is this some sort of sign that I am living life the "wrong" way by living in a city? that city living is a sort of parasidic lazy way to live?