Is it the house versus apartment? The outdoor space versus none? The sound of birds chirping versus trucks barreling down the BQE? The ability to belong to the gym? The fact that my commute is one-thousand-times better? The fact that the dog's hair is no longer falling out? Or the sheer joy with which my son watches the commuter rail from his window. TRAINS!
Whatever it is, all I can say is: OMG THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER.
I don't miss the city at all. Perhaps I am still in a honeymoon phase. Or perhaps I had already mourned the conveniences of the "city" during the two years I spent in a ghastly fringe area of Brooklyn. Maybe it's because I can still walk to a playground, pharmacy, bank and bodega. People are out and about, something I never found to be true in the suburbs, at least not to that extent. Yet there are trees and a river and a backyard.
I miss some friends. I miss my nanny. But honestly, that's about it.
|Waiting for trains with Hudsy.|
|Playing drums at the street fair.|
|Waiting for Daddy to come home from the train.|
|Playing with Hudsy on the patio.|