When we lived in Medford, MA, we had two major supermarkets within a mile, yet I often found myself looking at the refrigerator an 11 pm and discovering that I had no milk for my morning cereal. We now live in Aguanga, CA, which is ten miles from anywhere and 15 miles from the nearest food purveyor (excluding the RV park market which ransoms off the few items it stocks). Yet I have never been without milk. I guess my awareness of my isolation is sufficient to remind me that I need to stop for milk on my way home.
Now if I could just train my brain to remember stuff when the cost of forgetting is cheap…