We’re city dwellers. When we found out we were having twins, friends and family figuratively started packing our things for the inevitable move to the ‘burbs.
Friends sans kids warned: “We love you, but we won’t visit after you move way…out…THERE.”
And, I mean, honestly, who could blame them? Let’s face it: Sure, I can be (somewhat) entertaining, but I certainly ain’t worth the hassle one would have to endure to get one’s butt way out to Burbopolis.
Family groaned: “How can you #$*(&@&# raise the kids in….a….@#$UIO@# city?! It would be a $@#I#@ bad influence on the kids! …Plus, no big backyard!”
Um, are they aware that we can’t keep a (@&#$( stalk of bamboo alive, let alone maintain a *)@(*$)@ biga@@ backyard?!
Friends with kids who had already defected to the hinterlands bleated: “Come on… just try it. You’ll like it. Come on, EVERYBODY’S doing it!”
This is your brain. This is your brain on suburbs. Any questions?
Five years later we are just fine, thank you very much. More than fine. We love it.
And — believe it or not — no one is holding a gun to our heads to get us to say that. After all, we do have a fine security system installed.
