I grew up in the suburbs. I'm clinging to San Francisco until they pull me away kicking and screaming. Which feels like it might happen the way the tech boom is driving the City l lately.

Then I will be a very very sad Hecubus.

I grew up in the suburbs so living in the city was a shock to my system, and I found that the noise was just too much for me. I'm much happier being in the suburbs again while still being close enough to the city to be able to do my errands there when I want to.

I never think of where we live as the 'burbs, because there's so much within walking distance of our house. But it kinda is. Still, I'm going to be sad about leaving the neighborhood when we eventually sell this house and move. Won't be sad about getting rid of this house, but I like the area.

(I've informed Pete that we can't move completely out of the area, because I want to be near the cheap delicious Mexican restaurant, and the spa. I AM NOT LEAVING THE SPA.

but that will be a matter for his ex-wife and disaffected children to work out, not his English teacher.

You crack me up, erika

The birds here are SO LOUD! But also I basically feel like I live in the suburbs, what with the driveway and all. But actually I do live in the city, what with the subway and walking and all.

I had lunch with vw bug! It was good to see her, and we had a good talk!

Now I want to crash, which I guess I can do for a couple of hours, although I should be cleaning and etc.

My neighborhood was advertised as English country living in the suburbs back in the 30s. It is firmly city now, though it is very residential.

I barely avoided succumbing to the couch and have cleaned. Laundry will go in after I swim.

Ooooh, Call the Midwife tonight!

I live in the suburbs, I guess. Less than a mile from my house is farmland. Various city council people who live in this area have worked very hard to keep it suburban, despite the locals saying "You know, a supermarket on this side of the freeway would be very nice."

It's a good day today. I feel good, my car is running well, the temperature is perfect, my eyesight is terrific, and I don't even mind being at work.

I just wish I could stop with the residual "Something's about to go horribly wrong" feeling that lurks in my brain on beautiful, energetic days. On the other hand, the doctor finally told me that I am borderline anemic and I've started iron supplements, and I suspect that might have something to do with how good I feel. Plus my hair seems to have stopped thinning and is recovering.

No wonder I'm looking for the meteorite aimed at my noggin.

I live in the city, but not the "exciting"* part with the lofts and martini bars.

• This is still Arizona and we are like eight years behind, so, not that exciting.

My neighborhood is an urban neighborhood, but it's the gay/Vespa/uber-liberal taco district, so it's all good.