These days I find myself comparing life in the city versus life in the suburbs.
I grew up in the suburbs. You know the one with cookie cutter houses, with a large yard and in-ground pool? Not bad, right? Well I vowed after I finished University that I would NEVER live in the ‘burbs as an adult.
So far I’ve stayed true to that statement. I live in the city. Now, I will be honest in saying that I don’t live downtown in the midst of all that hustle and bustle. We live close enough to the downtown quarters and far enough away to feel as though we live in a suburb.
Our house is situated in a beautiful neighbourhood with treelined streets. We have wonderful public parks and pools at our disposal. The schools are fantastic. And, we are just a quick jaunt to the subway.
I love how I can walk to everything. I don’t have to get in my car if I don’t want to. I found when I lived in the ‘burbs I’d always need to borrow my parents car. Does anyone walk there? I’d have to say that traffic is equally brutal in both the city and suburbs.
I always have a good laugh when I hear people talk in my neighbourhood. You know you live in the city when they say, “Can I walk there? Or is there parking available?” These are 2 very important questions when you live where I live.
And yet lately, all I’ve been thinking about is having a nice piece of land out in the country. Why? I have no idea. Maybe I’m bored. All my home projects are complete for now. I must be looking for my next one…
My dream one day is to buy a home out in the country (somewhere) with a huge property. I will design the house from the inside out. The Husband will have his vegetable garden. We will most definitely have our very own swimming pool.
Nothing is happening in the short term. I can assure you all of that. When I make this change it will be a drastic one. Hell – it may not even be in Canada.
Here’s to dreaming!