Love this candid reflection of a city dweller now living in the suburbs. It goes to show that our built environment dictates more than just our actions…it also affects how we think.
I admit it. I used to judge people that lived in the suburbs. Who wouldn’t? I was a twenty something living in Chicago. I had no kids, no car and no utilities coupled with cheap rent and a resilient liver. My biggest worry was catching the next train or if my music was too loud. I could walk out the front door of my apartment building to endless opportunities for entertainment, food and friends. When I thought about the suburbs, I would shiver as the theme song from Weeds would start coursing through my veins. It was all very vanilla. And that was not the flavor I was seeking as a twenty something. And yet, despite all of my judgment, I moved to the suburbs.
When I compare the city to the suburbs, there are pros and cons to both. But what gets me the most (and makes me…
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