Some people really enjoy the idea of having a home out in the middle of nowhere. The isolation, away from the hustle of modern urbanity, the quiet. Those are aspects which are so unappealing to me that it’s hard to even try to imagine why someone could potentially appreciate it. Not to mention the fact that being alone in a house in the middle of nowhere is incredibly creepy.
Time travel stories allow us to imagine a way around the linear progression of time. The ability to choose differently is something so appealing yet so impossible, that we go over and over those possibilities in our fiction. Who wouldn’t want to invest in that stock, or skip those last few beers, or go to those piano lessons, or tell that person how you felt?