Regardless what anyone tells you, it's not that the country is quiet--it's just a different kind of noisy. Out here, I won't see another human being that's not family unless I actively look for them by going down the half a mile driveway.
Back in the apartment, in Chicago, I'd hear the neighbor's shower, another banging up and down the stairs, while a siren screamed by. Different.
Whenever I come to Kansas, I always feel a couple of layers are stripped away, and I can just take a few breaths to chill out a bit.
Kitty and I wish you happy writing!