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22. Where we live

December 7, 2011

I grew up in a suburb of the city I now live in. When I was a kid, there was my suburb filled with rolling hills and hippies driving BMW’s,  Then there was the next suburb out – flatter, more tract houses, hotter, and (in my mind) infinitely distant from the compelling urbanity of the city. I couldn’t wait to get into the city –-as far away as I could get, I thought, from matchy matchy socks and sun-streaked hair. In the city, people talked about literature and politics. In the city, people wore glasses.

But of course, understanding changes (see post #3).  A few weeks ago,  I visited that other suburb – the opposite pole – the repelling side of the magnet. And yes, I saw more blonde, and more light-colored clothes, and people tended to be a little overweight – kind of like me. It was also beautiful. Mid-century homes nestled in the same golden rolling hills I grew up with (because we were really only ten minutes away). I took my dog for a walk in those hills. From the top, the bay stretched out below me  in a shimmery mist of sun and light. Plus, people talked to me. I asked a woman for directions to a coffeeshop, and she actually had me follow her in her pick up to (okay it was a Starbucks but still). When we parked, she got out of her truck and gave my dog a cookie. It was also not as White as I had predicted. Lots of blondes, yes, but lots of Latinos and Asians as well. In fact, it felt more racially and economically diverse then the hipster, urban neighborhood I live in now. Which I am not planning to leave. Not yet at least. But it’s nice to know I have choices.

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p.s. those golden hills sure did look pretty – but the dog and I both came home with oh-so-pastoral tics. Hm.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. January 10, 2012 1:43 pm

    It’s amazing how things change. We moved to a mid-sized city when I was in my teens and I spent the whole time wanting to get back to the ‘urban centre’. I did get back there – met my husband there – and we stayed there for a while, then tried the suburb thing and then moved back to the urban centre. But now we’ve finally settled in a place we love and it turned out to be one of those tiny towns I could never picture myself in growing up.

    • January 12, 2012 6:22 pm

      I guess that’s part of growing up – not just realizing your dreams, but realizing that your dreams have changed.

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