Suburb Snob

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My name is Rhea, and I'm ashamed to say that I used to be a suburb snob.

What do I mean by this term?
I mean that I thought people who lived in the suburbs were inferior
with their brand new homes, lack of originality and appreciation for aged homes.
I thought they were cookie cutter people, all the same.




I had conveniently forgotten that I used to have this totally tacky attitude until
I was reminded recently while reading a post over at the Mama Bird Diaries.

I know there are more of you out there like this,
quaking in fear you'll turn vanilla and white bread in the burbs.

I used to be this way until I had kids,
and discovered how expensive housing was in the city,
and found out my children had more room to grow in the suburbs.

I now live in the suburbs, and I love it.
It's so family-oriented.
My children have a fenced backyard to play in,
rooms of their own,
a dog,
a neighborhood with sidewalks,
and not too much traffic.

Better yet, we can afford to live here much better than in older homes in the city.
I get it now.

It's more important to me for my children to have room to grow than to care about stupid things like that anymore, you know?

I don't know why I held this opinion. I'm really not a snob in any other way.
I was led astray.


What are/were you a snob about? Are you ashamed of your snobbery?