Moving to the Suburbs - An Urban Girl Laments

So we’ve decided. We’ve been looking at houses and finally found one that we really liked, in a town best known as the new home of the most hated carpetbagging woman in New York state. Oy! (It makes my Republican blood run cold.) town aside, we made an offer and it’s been accepted, and we’re going to be leasing out our beautiful apartment, in the Big Tall Building in Battery Park City.

Half of me is miserable about this decision. It’s going to be hard to leave the city. We’ve lived here for years, we’ve left briefly a couple of times but we’ve always come back. This time is going to be different, because we’re moving somewhere cold, with no connections there, no colleagues on the scene to tell us about the community, nothing. It’s going to be hard to acclimate myself to another new town without some network there. But our social network is almost entirely in the city, with a few friends in near New Jersey. We’re going to be far enough away, and difficult enough to get to for those without vehicles that we may be cut off from many of them.

I’ll have to try to find good stores again, and figure out a route for walking Spunky the Wonder Dog. I’m going to have to rely upon my car more, which sucks, as I’ll probably end up driving more in a month up there than I do in six months down here. And after a lot of looking, we’ve finally found ourselves involved in a good church home here, but it’s going to be difficult, I fear, to devote ourselves to an hour+ commute to and from church every Sunday, especially once the new baby arrives in a couple of months. I have a feeling that we’re going to end up church shopping.

But I’m resigning from my job to be a stary-at-home (instead of work-at-home) mommy so we’re not going to be tied to the city anymore. Baby tlw and soon to be born little brother or sister will benefit from a yard to play in (and there’s a huge yard) and trees (and there are several trees just in the yard alone) and cleaner air and less traffic and all of the things that they can have in the suburbs that they can’t have in downtown Manhattan. Spunky will, no doubt, enjoy a reprieve from concrete too. It’ll be nice to not have to worry about living in a high-rise with two small children, especially during power failures. And everything, from gasoline to broadband, seems to cost a bit less up there.

And we’ll still be close enough to the city to see shows, go to museums and do all of those things that we like to do on the weekends.

So why do I get a little dizzy whenever I think about this? Ai yi yi, what are we getting into? :eek:

My best friend’s from there! I won’t tell you what she thinks of the town. :wink:

Ack, Cosmopolitan! Now you must tell me. It’s imperative.

At least your nemesis is in town almost as often as when she was growing up, like never. Then when she becomes President… (d&r)