City vs suburb vs country living

I’ve lived in all of them, country, suburb, inner-city. Currently I live in a small, rural town some 97kms from a big city and about 23kms from the nearest reasonable size town. I lived in the inner-city for 13 years, and I’ve lived her for just over two, and you couldn’t get me back to the city at gunpoint. In the city I had cafes, theatres, galleries and all the amenities a few minutes walk away, and all I wanted to do was head into the country and play with my horses.

Now I have twenty acres, no close neighbours, my horses at home, fresh air, trees, quiet and space. I commute into Melbourne (Australia) to work, so I get my dose of the big city, but if I could figure out how to make a living from home, I’d happily move to somewhere even more remote.

As an incomer, it’s been very difficult to make friends and connections in my town, but I find that I don’t really care, I’m happy to puddle around my property, take care of my animals and enjoy the peace. I feel very secure here, despite my isolation, (although six dogs, including a Neapolitan Mastiff, probably help with that).

Moving from town I burned my bridges some, since I knew I wouldn’t be able to afford to move back to the city, and I did wonder if I was doing the right thing. The first morning in my new house, I woke up to the sound and sight of a Kookaburra sitting in the Silver Birch outside my bedroom window and knew I’d got it exactly right. I’ve never regretted it for a minute.

I wonder if it has to do with age at all.

I grew up largely in a small city (pop. 56,000) about 35 miles north of San Francisco, in Sonoma County. I actually lived in San Francisco itself until I was eight, but by the time I was old enough to appreciate the benefits of living in a city, I was pretty well set as a suburban teenager. Going to the city was fun for a day, but the pace made me feel claustrophobic and harried after a while. I have a terrible sense of direction and inevitably got lost. It was always nice to go back home where I knew where everything was, could walk anywhere I wanted, and was likely to run into four or five people I knew at the grocery store. I went to college in a similarly sized university town, although I did live in Jerusalem for a year, which I found overwhelmingly big and crazy. Although that’s possibly due to the fact that Jerusalem is full of crazy people.

Now that I am older and (hopefully) a little more sophisticated, I live in Chicago. I love it here. My own neighborhood is pretty quiet and peaceful (she says as she hears the el rumble by) but if I want to, it’s an easy trip downtown. There are so many opportunities here, there’s so much going on, it’s fabulous. I decided to move to a city when I was living in Ann Arbor and visited New York at the MegaDopeFest last year. The decision to go to Chicago was pretty much based on a whim (I could recite the discussion my ex-roommate and I had when we picked Chicago, but you wouldn’t believe it), but I don’t regret it at all.

OTOH, I have a hard time picturing raising kids here. The schools are a wreck. If I ever do have a family, I’d try to get back to Sonoma. When I was a teenager, we all complained about how dull it was there, but now I realize that it was a pretty idyllic place to grow up and I would want the same for my kids.

I grew up downtown and love, love, love city livin’. I like having various ethnic restaurants, used bookstores, vintage clothing stores, museums, art galleries, speciality music stores and chic coffee shops within walking distance.

We moved to the 'burbs two years ago and I positively hate it. I have to drive to civilization now. When I leave my parking space I have to look out for kids on bikes, scooters, skates, etc. If I see one more minivan I’m going to scream. There’s nothing in the way of culture here. I hate it and can’t wait for the kids to grow up and leave so we can move back to the city.

I still work downtown so I guess it’s not as bad as it could be.

Living in the country? Uh, I don’t think so.

You know, I want to add something. I think there are really two kinds of suburbs. First, there are real towns that happen to be close enough to a big city that they eventually became suburbs. Second, there are towns that were planned as a bedroom community for cities that were already there.

I despise this second sort of suburb. They’re so fake and boring. Tract housing, minimalls, blech. I work in one of these suburbs and I HATE it.

The suburb I grew up in is actually a real town. It was founded in the 1850s (old by California standards), and has plenty of buildings standing from the 1800s downtown, (amazing because it’s only about 20 miles from the epicenter of the great earthquake of 1906; mysterious geological fluke). The house my parents own is about a hundred years old. You don’t have to drive everywhere because when the town was founded, it was tiny and there weren’t any cars. Even today the outskirts of town are pretty rural - I knew a few people in high school who grew up on dairy farms.

I live in an inner suburb of a major city. Not right downtown, but not far out, and definitely in a pedestrian/public transport sort of area.

I grew up in a medium sized city, but one where people were very concerned with everyone elses’ business. Heck, when I moved half way across the world, and ran into someone from my old home state, the first thing she did was ask me who my mother’s people were and what school I went to (to make sure it was one of the right schools.) By the time I left, I was pretty much OVER cities anywhere smaller than 1m people. For a while I would change my shopping patterns if shopkeepers started getting to know me. I’m better now. But I never want to be in a situation where gossip is currency and everyone knows everyone else. It was not a benign sort of “you’re such-and-such’s daughter” community, it was catty, vicious, and truly put me off small towns and cities for life.

No, just being that far from civilization creeps me out. Some ax murderer could come and get you and no one would ever find out. At least in the city someone would eventually find the body in a trunk somewhere.
Suburbs are ok if they are somewhere between small town and urban sprawl. Having a house and a yard is pretty nice. Unlike cities though, you need to be a lot more tied into the community in order to find stuff to do. There’s usually few decent bars or other trendy places where you can just go and hang out. We spent many a night growing up in the suburbs driving around looking for a house party or bar.

Seems a pretty small consolation. Besides, if you have a friend or two, people will know you’re missing before too long. So you’ll be okay. For example, some guy from Texas came to the area a little while ago and got himself murdered in a interstate drug trafficing operation. Even he was located pretty quickly.

Besides, the incidence of axe murdering really isn’t accurately reflected in pop-culture accounts of axe murdering. It really doesn’t happen.

I don’t quite see how one is really that far from “civilization.” With the modern media, we are innundated with comedy, drama, music, visual arts, etc., etc., etc. Driving to a metropolitan area isn’t too much of a hassle.

It’s not that hard to find a bar. I grew up in a suburb and I wouldn’t trade it. We had a huge yard, a well-funded school district, and ample access to concerts & stuff like that. There were myriad civic events in which to get involved.

That’s pretty funny, because I’m really sick of being told by New Urbanists that the city is the place where kids can roam freely on bikes & scooters.

To be fair, I said I didn’t feel much safer in the 'burbs than I do here in NYC. In the city, I’ve had an altercation with a stalker, in the burbs, I’ve received police notices about a rapist in my complex “be sure to lock your windows at night”. In the city, I’ve had my car stolen, in the burbs, they busted a window and swiped my radio. In the city, late at night, there are sometimes unpleasant people hanging around, in the burbs you’ve got rabid racoons and skunks to watch out for, at least where I was living.

Walk around my neighborhood in the middle of the day, and you won’t feel depressed, you won’t think of decay, it’s alive. Some areas are depressing as hell, but there are small towns you can say that about too.

I currently live on the edge of a medium-sized village, which I think could be described as halfway between rural and suburban - I really like it; I can walk for five minutes in one direction and I’m among the trees and fields; five minutes in the other direction takes me to the village square, which has a small convenience store, a couple of pubs, an off-licence, a florist, a very quirky hardware store, a few restaurants and (rather oddly, and of little interest to me) about half a dozen hair salons. The nearest large supermarket is about a five minute drive away, along with a bunch of other large stores; the nearest city centre is about 25 minutes by car (on a good day).

We moved here about six years ago, from the suburbs of Southampton and I wouldn’t ever want to go back. I’d actually quite like to move to a farmhouse or a cave or something.

To quote Rush:

The suburbs have no charm to soothe the restless dreams of youth

Sounds like most of the malls, suburban and otherwise, around Atlanta.

I grew up in rural towns (pop. < 2500) and small cities (pop. ~20,000 to ~50,000) in Arkansas. The first time I really felt like “hey, this is what life’s supposed to be like” was when I hopped out of a cab from Logan Airport in Cambridge, Mass. at 11:30 on a summer Saturday night and found people out wandering around, going in and out of bookstores and listening to street musicians, etc. Would I feel the same now? Probably not, now that I’ve lived and worked in a city and in the suburbs for years.

I do think that cities have the advantage of allowing you to be as connected to a community or as anonymous as you want to be (may take a bit more effort to establish community connections in the city, but they’re there if you want 'em). In a small town, you have no choice – everyone knows everyone else and what they’re doing. I do think, though, that once you establish a way of living (i.e., either connected or anonymous) in one location, it’s awfully hard to change that without relocating; it’s my opinion that one of the reasons people find new places so much more accommodating and community-oriented than the place they left is that the person has changed their approach and expectations, and has left behind the “anonymous” way of dealing with their neighbors that they’d cultivated before. The situational nature of much of human behavior has been pretty well established, and I think a lot of people move to cities and develop habits that leave them unconnected with the community around them, preferring the anonymity that the city affords. Later, when they’re ready to connect with people around them, they’re so used to not dealing with their neighbors where they are that they end up needing to move to new surroundings with new neighbors in order to be able to function differently.

Certainly in my own case, I can say that I got to know very few of my neighbors in the eight years or so I lived in apartments inside the city of Atlanta, despite living in old, well-established neighborhoods with thriving community lives. During my ten years in the suburbs, however, I’ve been very much involved in community and neighborhood life – with neighbors who, in many cases, lived in the same sorts of places I did before and who also didn’t know their neighbors then.

There are times when I miss the sort of idyllic childhood I had in small towns in Arkansas – playing baseball in our yard with kids from all over town with nary a grownup in sight for hours at a time, riding bikes all over and around town, including circling town on top of the levee, grabbing a tackle box and rod and reel and going fishing in the river just on the other side of the levee from our hose, “sledding” down the levee banks (the only elevated ground for a hundred miles) on the sides of old appliance cartons – on snow when there was any (rarely) or dried grass when there wasn’t, riding my bike to the library and spending hours there, checking out two big bags full of books each time, etc. The only time I can think of that adults involved themselves in our activities at all was organized Little League baseball, and I honestly don’t think that every LL practice and game I ever had would add up to 2% of the total amount of time I spent playing baseball as a kid. I would love for my son, now seven, to be able to do things like that, but even if I lived in a town like the one I grew up in, these days I’d be jailed for child neglect for allowing him to roam like I did. I would love to live someplace where I can walk to the corner store for milk or eggs instead of having to get in the car and drive a couple of miles (even though I live in a densely populated area, it’s impossible to get anywhere without a car). The few places like that in the Atlanta area are outside my price range, even with an income that threatens to break though into six figures.

Also, as a convert to Judaism, I need to live someplace large enough that there is a Jewish community to be part of – ideally, where my kids aren’t necessarily the only Jewish kids in their class, where there’s more than one option for Hebrew school, etc.

For me, the 'burbs are the worst.
Neighbors, traffic, strip malls and bad architecture without any compensatory features like the little book stores and coffee shops you find in the city.

Like blackhobyah, I’ve lived in all three but I wouldn’t trade 20 acres in the country for a penthouse in Paris these days.

Interesting. I live in Simpsonville, a small suburb of Greenville, SC (which isn’t a metropolis, but, well, you’ve probably heard of it). The city has been here for over a hundred years but didn’t have very many people in it until around 1990 and then freaking exploded. So you get both types in one, there is a small downtown area with a clock tower and a century old square that hosts family fairs and the like but there is also a Target, Wal-Mart, Applebees, blah blah blah right outside downtown. And we still go to Greenville for fun.

All of this suits me just fine, to answer the OP.

I guess that’s the big diference. People in the suburbs/rural areas get to watch Friends, Seinfeld or Sex in the City on TV. Living in New York I get to live it (or certain aspects of each show). Basically that’s all New Yorkers do - go to bars/coffee shops, eat at restaurants, hang around doing nothing, complain about their job/girlfriend/other friends, try and get laid.

I don’t get the sense that people in the suburbs/rurals do this. It seems like it’s mostly families.

I have also lived in all three, and the burb’s are definitely the WORST!

I do love the city for all the reasons mentioned above but I’ve had my car broken into twice in the last year, so I’m all disillusioned and bitter now. :slight_smile:

I loved living in the country, but unfortunately I moved there too soon. I went to live in a town where the cows outnumbered the humans and it was so beautiful and so quiet and sooooo boring for a twenty-four year old. There was no library, community college, or bookstores. The nightlife was that you could either go to the HIPPIE bar or the REDNECK bar or you could go hang out with the teens at the pizza parlour. People looked at you funny for using words with more than three syllables (I am NOT kidding or exaggerating or saying that they were stupid, it was just a totally different culture than Berkeley/Santa Cruz, where I’d most recently lived at the time). And woo-boy did people know everybody’s business! I locked myself out of my car in town one day and heard about it through the rumor mill that night! (“Some hippie locked her keys in her car today!” “That was me!” “Oh.”) In short, it was not a good place for me at the time. So I left after about two years.
Of course, now I’d kill to go back, but I’m 30 now and somewhat more mellowed and less insecure and less needy of entertainment. I miss my huge vegetable garden and my compost heap and the wood stove and the fenced dog-run and the little goat-stall thingy that I never used and the huge clotheslines and the garage with the workshop and my hammock and the brick barbeque and the front yard and the huge backyard, so huge you couldn’t see the back of it. I miss exchanging homemade carrot cakes for home-grown cabbages with my neighbor. I miss the horse next door who would damn near injure herself trying to get at the long neglected grass growing along our fence, and the pig who scared the crap out of the dogs. Someday I will live in the country again, and I hope it is sometime soooon. Plus my dog loved it and has never forgiven me for moving us away from that place.

Can I also just say that a suburb during the middle of the day when everyone is at work or school freaks me out?

See, I love the burbs. Near to major retail establishments, so that I don’t have to be price gouged by that charming “bohemian” artesan who is the only easily accessible source of supplies in the city. Everything is clean, the buildings aren’t falling apart, I don’t hear gunfire in the middle of the night.

I love the ability to actually have and afford a 1/2 acre yard, yet still live close enough to the city that I can catch a play. I love the vanilla, everyday stability that the suburbs offer. I have no desire to go clubbing or spend $5 on a cup of coffee so I can sit around and talk to my friends. I own a home, I can sit around and talk to my friends in something comfortable that has a lot more than coffee to offer me (like a porch, a place to park a car that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg, etc.).

I’ve been around too many people who seem to love the cities and hate the suburbs because it is somehow the artistic way. “Oh, I could never live in a place that is so boring.” Yet I’ve lived in both, and have found the city offers me nothing (well, nothing within a reasonable price range; there are places in the city that could offer the space and material comfort I want if I could throw down $1.5MM for a house).

The hatred for the suburbs seems to be the “in” thing. I just don’t understand it. It always reminds me of the goth kids in high school who overdramatically go on and on about the boring people who just don’t understand. As though most people understand the convenience and value to be found in owning a new home that is within easy striking distance of the city, so you won’t just to be contrary and pseudo-sophisticated.

This is starting to sound more like an attack than it is intended to be; I’ll just finish with saying I don’t understand why some people seem to have a rabid hatred of the suburbs that they have to explain with condescension to everyone they meet.

I’m with you. I’ve not been lucky enough to live in a truly large city. But I visit them whenever I get a chance. I adore city life. HATE rural. And I’ve lived as rural as cabin in the woods, no running water, no electricity (except for firing up the genny), and an hour from civilization and work.

Suburbs? Okay, but boring imho. There is so much more to DO in the city. As you said, if you’re wanting something to do at 3am, you can always go to one of the many all night stores and shop. Night clubs are open til 3am (used to be 5am sigh…).

In the summer, since it’s light most of the day and night, you can even go running or biking if you want. Many of the gyms are open til 10pm and some are even open til midnight!!!

Right now I’m in a very “hee haw” like small town way too many miles from Dallas. In a few weeks I’ll be back in civilization in good ole "anchortown’ I canNOT wait. Civilization at last, sigh…come ON September!!! :smiley:

I don’t need to explain my hatred of the suburbs to everyone I meet. In fact, except for here, I don’t generally discuss it except when someone questions my desire to stay in the city. My desire to stay in the city has nothing whatsoever to do with contrariness or sophistication or fashion. It mostly has to do with one simple thing- every suburb I have ever seen is car-dependent . I don’t want to have to drive my kids everywhere until they have licenses. I don’t want to end up in the position of my relatives, who had to sell their suburban homes and move to senior citizen developments when they could no longer drive. I also like the choices I have because I live in the city- my suburban niece’s high school options consisted of one private and one public. My kids had a choice of about 150, after subtracting the ones I couldn’t afford. I never have to pick a drug store , video store , pizzeria, dry cleaner , bank , etc based on convenience alone, there are multiples of each within a block or two of each other.

I do ,however, have a yard, houses in my neighborhood (even though I’m in NYC) don’t go for anywhere near a million, and almost never go to Starbucks- if I want to go out for coffee, there are plenty of coffee shops , diners and bakeries. If I want to drink, there are plenty of neighborhood bars.

There’s no such thing as “too many miles from Dallas” :smiley: