I’ve always been described as an old soul. In high school, I wore turtle necks and triangle leg jeans. I never attended a basketball game or football game in college and I have never drank alcohol or smoked in my life.
Okay, I guess more than making me an old soul, the above examples and many others would make me “boring” to most.
I play it safe in life. I got married at 22, and because I wanted to. I got straight A’s in college because it was a “goal” of mine. I had my first kid three days after my 27th birthday.
I moved to the suburbs with my first house because it was “Safe.” I live in the suburbs now because in living here I feel safe. And even though i’m sure those hip city-goers look down on people like me, people like me who don’t have a yoga studio within walking distance, who drive to the grocery story, who think a trip to the mall is a fun time, but this is my life.
And, I like my life as a suburbanite. But, but, I sometimes wish I lived in the city.
I sometimes wish that I didn’t need to think about needing a backyard for my kids or a “good” school district for my kids.
Sometimes, I wish i had a yoga studio to walk to, that i could run in traffic and live in cramped living corners because I can.
sometimes, I wish I lived a life that most people my age seem to be living.
But, then, I think about me. Not the me I sometimes think i would have been if I didn’t have kids until my mid 30s. But me.
City life is not me. And, as much as I never thought I’d say this, the life I lead, this suburban life with the browning yard and lots of kids and no career to call my own, that’s me.
I marvel in this place. I love this place.
So, which is it for you, city living or suburban living? What images come to your mind when you think of these two realities?