I live in the 'burbs and long for the city. Waking in the morning to passing traffic and hustle & bustle would cure my Suburban Blues. At least I think it would.
I'd love to walk to the corner coffee shop each morning. Instead, I settle for stale Folgers, or rather, Caribou off the shelves of my local Kroger on a good morning. Gotta love chains. They provide good coffee.
I have to drive 3 miles to the grocery store. It takes 5 minutes, but 20 in traffic. Speaking of traffic - I arrived at work 15 minutes late this morning. I drive 7 miles. I left at my normal time, but gridlock fucked my day.
I have the best looking lawn on the block. No joke. My grass is green and my landscaping is splendid in my opinion. It only took 5 years for me to care this much. Five years of nasty stares from my neighbors. I broke down and hired Spring-Green to inject some suburban botox into my 'hood.
The 'Burbs aren't that bad I suppose. I feel safe. I don't worry when my lovely wife walks the dog at night. I can blare the music without concern for disturbing my neighbors much. I am a respectful individual. I have trees and a yard. And a garage to park my car in the winter.
The only thing I hate worse than the suburbs is scraping snow and ice from my car. Now that I think about it, maybe I just hate my current locale.
I live in the Midwest and long for the coast.
