Thanks for the warm welcome, everyone!
I guess I
should clarify that my situation isn't quite as dour as the title of my welcome post made it sound. I have a simple, spacious, 1970s split-level house on a clover-and-dandelion-covered 1/2 acre with several fruit and sugar maple
trees, and a decent-sized garden (I dug it, my wife planted and tends it), in a spread-out neighborhood that is gorgeous, quiet, friendly, and safe. My kids love it here and all signs indicate it's gonna be a great place to spend the next 15 years, just as it's treated us well for the previous 3.
When we first moved in, people would ask how I like my neighborhood and over time I developed a habit of answering honestly: "It's not paradise, but it's close."
I get grumpy when I walk around, especially in the newer adjacent neighborhoods that were farms two summers ago, where mini-mansions are being squeezed practically on top of each other. Or when I see
lawn "care" companies delivering poisons to my neighbors. Or when I'm stuck in traffic next to giant trucks and SUVs that always seem to be empty except their drivers. Or when I sit and stew on any of these things late at night. I write extensive volumes in my mind of everything that's wrong with the suburban lifestyle and way of building homes.
But really, although I have big plans for where I want to live once my kids are out the house (refining these plans are why I joined the forum), I'm generally quite happy to be here now, and I've lived in much worse places. I will go out on the grass now and sip
coffee and watch the
rabbits.