Eh, different strokes for different folks.

I grew up in the endless suburban wasteland known as central new jersey. Wished my whole life I could get the hell out of there. Went to college in DC, then moved to Boston, where I have lived for the last 7 years. And it was great. But now that I'm getting a little older, ALL I want is to move out to the burbs. I'm sick of drunks puking all over my stoop because I live on the same block as a few bars. I'm sick of the noises at night. I'm sick of the streetlights shining through my windows, so bright that I could read a book with all the lights turned off (even though I own black-out drapes). I love living on the same block as a supermarket, but I hate the noises of the supermarket trucks waking me up at 5am every morning. I hate that I can hear my neighbor's alarm clock through the wall every morning. I hate it more when he forgets to turn it off on weekends when he's out of town, and I'm woken up at 6am on a saturday or sunday to the sound of beeping that I can't shut off. I hate hearing them have sex, or fight, through the wall. I hate it that my car's bumpers are ruined due to people's inept parallel parking. I hate it that the only green in my neighborhood are the sidewalk trees. I hate it that I can't get a dog, and that the only apartments that allow dogs charge a ridiculous premium for that ability.

Now that I'm almost 30... all I want is a garden and a dog. I'd love to wake up on a weekend morning, read the paper, play with the dog, and spend a few hours in the garden. That's my idea of heaven. Since I work in a city, the only likely way for me to have that garden and that dog is to get a house in the burbs and commute. But it would still all be worth it, to me, to be able to have that garden and that dog.