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City mouse, country mouse, suburb mouse
Jan. 8th, 2007 03:32 pmI have two brothers, and we are very close in age.
My mother had me, then a year and a week later, she had my brother Chris, then a year and 4 months later, she had Erik. (So you see Erik is such the baby of the family.) There were some months there where we all three were in (cloth!) diapers. In her favor, she was a stay-at-home mother having plenty of other mothers in the neighborhood to hang out with, but I'm sure she rushed my toilet training...
We grew up in a suburb of New Haven, Connecticut, at the time with about 10,000 inhabitants, where the nearest store was 2 miles away. You needed a car to get to places you wanted to go. It was not utterly and completely suburban: we had woods at the foot of the development where we could play and build stuff, totally unsupervised.
When I bought a house with my ex, it was in another suburb of New Haven. But I ended up a slave to my commute, which ended up averaging two hours a day.
Last May Paco and I moved to Portland, Oregon, which is a medium-sized city. They have what is called an urban growth boundary, which is supposed to keep the city cinched in and stop suburbs from taking over farmland. I have left the 'burbs behind. My goal is to live without a car.
Chris lives in rural Connecticut. I just posted in somebody else's LJ that my brother Chris hunts, and is teaching one of his sons to hunt. He lives in the country—my nephews have the haircuts to prove it.
Erik is living in a suburb of Atlanta. (I think he was happiest when he lived in Providence, RI, though.) When I first visited him there, I was rather stunned at how placeless his town is. It has been colonized by the same stores and restaurants as anywhere else. I can't imagine living there.
City mouse, country mouse, suburb mouse.
My mother had me, then a year and a week later, she had my brother Chris, then a year and 4 months later, she had Erik. (So you see Erik is such the baby of the family.) There were some months there where we all three were in (cloth!) diapers. In her favor, she was a stay-at-home mother having plenty of other mothers in the neighborhood to hang out with, but I'm sure she rushed my toilet training...
We grew up in a suburb of New Haven, Connecticut, at the time with about 10,000 inhabitants, where the nearest store was 2 miles away. You needed a car to get to places you wanted to go. It was not utterly and completely suburban: we had woods at the foot of the development where we could play and build stuff, totally unsupervised.
When I bought a house with my ex, it was in another suburb of New Haven. But I ended up a slave to my commute, which ended up averaging two hours a day.
Last May Paco and I moved to Portland, Oregon, which is a medium-sized city. They have what is called an urban growth boundary, which is supposed to keep the city cinched in and stop suburbs from taking over farmland. I have left the 'burbs behind. My goal is to live without a car.
Chris lives in rural Connecticut. I just posted in somebody else's LJ that my brother Chris hunts, and is teaching one of his sons to hunt. He lives in the country—my nephews have the haircuts to prove it.
Erik is living in a suburb of Atlanta. (I think he was happiest when he lived in Providence, RI, though.) When I first visited him there, I was rather stunned at how placeless his town is. It has been colonized by the same stores and restaurants as anywhere else. I can't imagine living there.
City mouse, country mouse, suburb mouse.
