It is a simple life. The air is fresher, the people are happier to see you (maybe because they don't see you as often) and you get to have a place of belonging. Your neighbours in GP can change with one call to an estate agent, back home that is not the case. More stable. Predictable.
You don't need to book an airbnb for the quiet, just a few bags of groceries in the boot or even feeling welcome when you come empty handed. Depending on how rural it is, the simplee acts become an adventure. From cooking to heating up water.
You can trace the lineage of everyone around you. That dude you are fighting with at the tavern, his grandfather and your grandfather were friends. Your surname means something and not just a diluted sequence of letters on a title deed that means nothing to everyone around you. Your loud family coming together is not a Body Corporate fine.
Greeting is not met with the silent question of "What do you want". It's just what happens. Minding your own business is not good manners, it is frowned upon. Everyone is involved and no invitations are needed to your grief or your celebrations.
Things move quickly in GP, the villages are a slow beat. The only thing fast is the music.