So – we officially began living in our new house on Monday night. Since then I have decided I never. ever. ever. want to leave.
We fell asleep to the sound of crickets, rather than cop cars. We threw away our garbage, and it actually stayed in the bin … the entire night long. I didn’t even have to use a bull horn to scare people away from our window. Best thing ever!
The monkeys got to roll around in the yard. Blake met a new best friend, Romeo (the kitty from next door). Rhett learned that grass is tickle-y to lie on. My husband relaxed for the first time in five years.
People said hello when they walked by. Kids rode by on bikes and skateboards. (Yes – the wheels I heard were actually skateboards, instead of shopping carts). Am I dreaming??? I love it here!
I don’t want to knock urban living completely. We loved 1724 for awhile. We loved being a block from the beach. And seeing movies and TV shows filmed at all hours. And walking to our favorite bars and restaurants. We even loved our actual condo a little bit. But at this point in our lives, we’re just not cut out for urban life.
I know it’s antithetical to my youthful days of giving the bird to authority and scaring old people. But here’s to the suburbs! Please don’t ever make me leave.