City Mouse, Country Mouse, But Not Suburban Mouse

Thursday, January 6th, 2005 • 1 Comment on City Mouse, Country Mouse, But Not Suburban Mouse

One recommendation I neglected to mention yesterday was Suzanne’s blog, Suburban Lesbian.  I love this girl.  Woman.  Lesbian.  Whatever.  I’m addicted to her writing style.  She wows me with her eloquent musings about day-to-day life, and writes in such a pure, minimalist way as to impress the likes of me, known for my 1500-word “just a note to say hello” e-mails.  Go say hi to Suzanne.  You’ll love her.

Which brings me to my next topic.  The suburbs.  I decided recently, in the last year or so, that I am not a suburban kind of girl.  I was not cut out to live in the suburbs.  Which is, of course, where I live.  Surrounded by minivans and SUVs and Republicans and kids riding skateboards in the middle of the street and people who have perfectly nice backyards but choose to have their cookouts in their driveways.  This is

not

me.

The thing is, I could be a country girl or a city girl, easily.  Despite the extremes, I’d do well in either.  It’s here, in the suburban wasteland, that I wither.  Let’s look at the facts, shall we?

I am a liberal Democrat.  I’m sure there are suburbs in other parts of the country where I would fit in, but not in Virginia.  Move me to the city, please.  Or give me thirty acres in the middle of nowhere so I won’t offend anyone.

I drive a Miata.  It would be ideal for driving (or parking) on city streets, but it’s also fun to drive on winding, deserted country roads.  Top down, of course.

I have a lot of pets.  I’d have more if I had the space.  Farm girl?  Maybe not.  But a ranch… with room for horses and chickens and pygmy goats?  Yeah, I could see that.  On the other hand, I have cats, birds, fish and one medium-sized dog.  City apartment near a park?  Yeah, I could do that, too.

I like to walk.  You cannot walk in the suburbs.  You must get into your vehicle, drive some place and then walk.  You can walk around the city.  You can walk in the country.  One has Starbucks, one has snakes, but the walking is good in both. 

I have the soul of a hippy flower child.  Put me on a street corner singing for my supper or move me to a commune in the woods.

I love the shopping, convenience and variety of people in the city.  I love the peace, privacy and wide open spaces of the country.  The suburbs should offer the best of both worlds, but is instead a pale, bland area in between.

I am neither pale nor bland.  I need to get out of the suburbs.

Posted by Kristina in Musings
  • Suzanne says:

    Thank you for your kind words and recommendation of my blog, although I don’t know how I merit them. smile

    I think the suburbs do offer the best of both worlds.  It’s only pale and bland in my suburbs when that’s how I want it to be!

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