Abstract: I am a city type. Yet, as I sit here writing this article on my laptop alongside my kombucha and poke bowl, I wish this were not true, but it is. I think this is important to state up front, because it virtually disqualifies me from offering any kind of advice for people living in regional, rural and remote areas of the country. In fact, I will share with you an embarrassing story. I was recently having a conversation with my brother (discovered during a five-hour trip out to visit him in the New England region of New South Wales) about how I had forgotten how to put my car headlights on high beam. I had never done it in my new car, or for five-plus years for that matter, and I had actually forgotten for a moment that such a thing existed. He gave me this dumbfounded look as though I was an alien. It occurred to me that, when I drive at night, everything is already illuminated for me. Even if I drive a long, long way down the freeway to another city, I can go a long distance without need for high beam. What a tiny, almost imperceptible example of regional privilege.