I'm not really sure if this qualifies, but I currently live in
Wilton Manors, FL, with a population of not quite 13,000 people. It's also the epicenter of everything gay in a very gay place, so Milton Manors is kinda like living in a small-town gay ghetto.
Physically, it sure qualifies. My street doesn't even have sidewalks, for instance, and in most parts of town there's rarely more than one street light per block. I doubt there are more than twenty buildings attached directly to each other aside from our "Main Street", Wilton Dr. In most ways it feels like a kinda scruffy beach town, a quiet and out of the way place that just happens to be about 70% LGBT
My mom grew up in a real small town in south-central Maine, on an island in the middle of the Penobscot river, called Old Town (like the canoes). I spent at least a month there every summer (plus most holidays), and can vouch for the absolutely authentic feel of a reasonably-isolated, small town atmosphere it had in the 60s and early 70s. Everyone everywhere knew everyone else's name and where s/he lived (at the very least): everything was located within a comfortable 15-20 minute's walk. At the time I thought nothing of it, but by the time I was a teen felt a distinct lack of privacy. I can occasionally feel that way where I'm living now, but part of that is my very public job.
The rat race is run in the suburbs, IME. When I lived in Boston or NYC, my life rarely went further than a 4-block radius except sometimes for work. It's only in sprawl that one is obliged to climb in the car and drive endlessly for everything. Here in Wilton Manors, my whole life is essentially lived within 1/4 mile; it was much the same for my grandmother in Old Town, who never learned to drive. It was only when she became elderly that she stopped walking to the grocery store or the Post Office.