Ah the suburbs. I grew up in them and have tried to shun them since, but we are deep in them now. The signs are unmistakable: 1) SUVs in every driveway, 2) seemingly every woman around is a rep for some at home company–Mary Kay, CAbi, Discover Toys, etc. etc, 3) the only walkable destinations are playgrounds and grade schools, and 4) terrible restaurants (Olive Garden?? puhlease).
It is definitely an adjustment to have to drive everywhere–finally had to buy a second car when we moved here. I was used to taking the train to work, walking to the gym, the grocery store, a variety of restaurants, etc. etc. For the first few months after we moved, C would often cry when I tried to put her in the car seat "I want to walk there Mama!" Now however… Last night G, C, and I suited up for a walk around the neighborhood after dark to look at Christmas lights. As soon as we were in the driveway, C said "Do we need our car?" and shortly after "I am too tired to walk. You need to care me!" which is how she asks to be carried. Not quite the experience I was going for.
Most of the houses in our cul de sac have extensive holiday lights up. I discovered that most of them used a professional light hanging company. Cheaters. We have nothing. In fact, since we won’t be at home for Christmas G has suggested that we don’t need a tree. I may overrule that though, after an experience this weekend while contemplating the 40 person line to see Santa at Redmond Town Center. When queried about her potential response to Santa’s question of what she wanted for Christmas, C lit up and said, "A Christmas tree!" The vision of all those pitying/accusing parental eyes once they hear that response at the fancy Santa display is influencing me fairly heavily. I guess the suburbs are rubbing off on me too.
"Creature comfort goals
They only numb my soul and make it hard for me to see
My thoughts all seem to stray, to places far away
I need a change of scenery"
The only upcoming change of scenery for me is suburban Cleveland. Hmph.