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 laugh) are the things I find myself worrying about. They are the very things I used to judge – the vanilla life of worrying about the neighbor’s trash cans being strewn about their driveway. I look forward to Tom getting home at night so that I can ask him in disbelief, as I do every Tuesday, “Did you see their cans? They are everywhere and there are so many!”
It’s a different life I lead – one that brings a lot of joy and ridiculous worries.