Okay, I will be honest. I am glad that I saw my nephew and niece and that my brother and sister-in-law could tolerate me for so long, but I wonder why anyone would live there. Yes, they have children, and their neighbours have children to make friends with each other, ride the bus, stay out late, and run up phone bills. Maybe they need this place more than I could ever do. But I am glad to be away.
I thought about a few possible entries for the blog and now I have an idea for the next set of entries: a list of reasons why I (and not just me, perhaps) should stay away from the suburbs. I took no notes as I stayed there this last week, but a lot of intriguing facts have settled on my mind as I came up with this blog idea. First:
1. Suburbia makes you fat
There is already enough in the news about this to prevent me from dealing with this problem here, but I now understand why this is so. I had to fight very hard the other night not to wolf down too much of the vegetarian lasagna my sis-in-law made for me. But I knew why I had to fight the good fight: there was not much else to do. As my brother cleverly stated once, when asked why he ate so much: Because it is there. I cannot count the number of fast-food stops and variety stores near his place as we drove past. There was a locale to cover ever spice palette. Not a bad thing; just a very tempting one. And very few people walked anywhere. I always feel that I am trespassing when I go for a walk or a run in such places, like I am breaking a rule that I never knew existed. A deadly combo?
