This week marks a full year since we packed up our city life and moved to the suburbs. And not only did we live to tell, but you know what? I love it. It’s true.
Most of the time.
However, after 365 days in this new world, I’m here to report there are still a few things that I could do without:
- The reliance on a car: I miss walking all over the place. Of course, I can walk in the suburbs — it’s permitted — but the truth is that the car is usually the more realistic option. And along with that comes the endless in-and-out-of-the-car seats nonsense that makes me just a little more insane every day.
- Lack of anonymity: In the city, there wasn’t any small talk or chit-chat with strangers. And that was fine by me. I’m terrible with small talk. It was perfectly acceptable to stand in your building’s lobby and stare straight ahead while waiting for the elevator. I did have some very sweet, older widows who lived on my floor, and it was nice that they stopped to check in on me when I was very pregnant (though there was a certain “Rosemary’s Baby” vibe that I tried not to overblow) — but they stayed largely out of my business. I’ve since had to re-learn social graces like inviting someone in when they knock on my door. The week we moved into our house, several families stopped by with trays of cookies and cakes to welcome us. I have to be honest — it freaked me out a bit. And as I reluctantly opened my door to them, all I could wonder was if I now have to bake every time someone moves into the neighborhood.
- No quick errands: At times, I miss the corner bodega more than I can express. Like when I just need a can of beans to finish a recipe. No problem — I’ll just walk to the corner and…nevermind. Now it’s back in the car, finding parking, going through the whole big grocery store. It just takes longer than it’s worth. {That’s right, I don’t have much patience. I’m not really working on it but I will own it.}
- New Jersey Transit and the PATH Train: They are the 8th and 9th circles of Hell, respectively. I never thought I could miss the NYC MTA so damn much. It’s a well-oiled machine by comparison.
- Suburban Starbucks: Yes, I have a Starbucks problem. You know it and I know it. Now, if we’re all done judging me for my overpriced coffee habit, can we just weep in solidarity over the hoops I must jump through to secure this beverage? Before, I walked to the corner. Now, I drive (just a mile, but a drive nonetheless). I circle for parking. I pay for parking. And I have to make small talk while waiting for my coffee. I really think there’s a viable business model in a Starbucks
AddictPremium Delivery Service. I know I’m not alone here, or the green coffee goddess wouldn’t still be in business. - BYOB: I know that, in many respects, it’s better that you have to bring your own booze to restaurants. It’s cheaper. You get what you want. There are many upsides. Except when you are me (or my husband) and you never, ever remember that this is part of going out to dinner in our town. And then what — a dry meal? Uh, no, sir. It’s instead this: “You run, as fast as you fucking can, to the wine store, before they close — quick!! — and I’ll find an appetizer on the menu to order for you” (translation: an appetizer of my choosing so that I can enjoy half of it).
OK, OK — I sound horrible, I know. So let’s be nice to Suburbia — she has quite a lot to offer. Though my love affair with her started slowly, I am now pretty enamored. And even though New York City will always be my first geographic love — I lived in four of the five boroughs over my 16 years there, so I’m not just talking Manhattan — let’s fight fair and point out some annoyances of urban living that I really don’t miss.
- Lack of living space: Do me a favor. Take your hand and open it up as far as you can. That was about the size of my bathroom in my last apartment. For a family of four. And did I mention I pathologically hate clutter? It was a battle I could not win.
- Circling for parking: You could pretty much bet cash that, any Sunday night when we returned from a weekend trip with the kids, the dog and all of our stuff, it would be raining, sleeting or snowing. So this insane dance would ensue of double parking while unloading our kids and our stuff curbside while someone ensured the car wasn’t ticketed.
- Being accosted by crazies: Don’t get me wrong. There are plenty of nutters in suburbia — but they keep more to themselves. The New York crazies really get up in your face. It’s been awhile since an amateur preacher screamed in my face about the end of days or my sinning ways. Or a one-armed ukulele player spit at my feet for not giving him my half-eaten soup. I don’t miss that so much. If I want crazy, I know plenty of people I can call.
- Planning for higher education of a child in utero: Pre-school lotteries and interviews — with college-sized tuition bills to match. No thanks. If I told you what I paid in day care costs for two children in the city…I can’t even think about it. In fact, I had to tell the day care place that I was pregnant with my second child before most of my relatives knew — so that she could have a spot in a year. For day care. Not Harvard. Not even private kindergarten. Day care. Anyway, I felt like I won the lottery when I was reminded that my property taxes in the suburbs cover the cost of a very good public school system. Now I can keep up my Starbucks habit.
- Escaped Egyptian Cobras from The Bronx Zoo: OK, so it was just this once. But, still — it gave me the creeps. Who can live in fear like that?
In full disclosure, I’m still in Manhattan every day for work, so I probably haven’t had a proper chance to really mourn the death of my city life yet. But I do get wistful about it now and then. Central Park. The West Village. Delicious food at all hours. The energy and the diversity.
And then I think about that tiny, tiny bathroom. The windows that didn’t really close all the way. That occasional but nasty rat running out in front of you on the street. The navigation of the double stroller through the endless winter. The day care tuition bill.
So I guess what I figured out, after this year of change, is that my heart belongs to both the city and to suburbia. But a girl can have more than one great love, right?