I left “the city” 23 years ago, kicking and screaming, to settle in the land of white picket fences and minivans. It was my husband’s idea to trade culture, diversity, and excitement for blandness, boredom, and home repairs (he actually viewed it as trading grit and grime for fresh air and bike rides, but I digress). “Our children will be so much more sophisticated and worldly if we stay in the city,” I cried. Ultimately, I have absolutely no regrets about raising our children in suburbia. There is plenty of time for kids to become savvy and sophisticated in their own due time, and affording them a real childhood of backyard swing sets, playing kickball on the cul-de-sac with the rest of the neighborhood kids, and trick or treating until they could no longer lug their candy sack, was well worth the sacrifice. I, too, have made wonderful friends and have become part of a very tight knit and caring community.
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