I've started this post more times than I can count. The words just haven't come. I'm not one to dance around an issue, so I'll be straight out with it.
We bought a house.
We bought a house on the north shore.
THE SUBURBS.
We close on thursday.
Remember when I swore to NEVER move to the suburbs? What the hell happened to that conviction? Has becoming a parent finally changed me that much?
Remember last august, when I was so proud of myself for showering and blow drying every day since Lei was born? That same woman is (as we speak) wearing a bra that has underwire poking out and stitching that's popped apart so that the elastic leaves a mark for two hours after I take it off. That's almost as fucked up as the fact that I will wipe anything on whatever pants I am wearing at that particular moment - banana, snot, drool, mish mash - anything but poop. Actually, that's not fucked up, THAT'S discretion.
No mistake ... I'm completely into this decision. I'm excited to have more space. I just never wanted to deal with maintaining a lawn, or basement or roof or anything deemed a "common element" in condo life.
I just don't feel like myself. Maybe after we close, I'll be back to my sassy ways. Hell, I already ordered an outdoor umbrella and stand. Still, until thursday ... expect a few, incredibly worthy What the Fuss? posts.
Is anyone out there feeling me on this suburb thing? The last time I inquired, dear readers, I got much urban support. Now, I guess I just need a shout out from the suburban contingent.