For my husband and I, first came love, then came marriage, but before the baby carriage, we decided to purchase a house in the suburbs.
As young adults, we lived in an apartment in the city. It was small but adequate for two people, and we couldn't beat the easy commute to our city-based jobs. We enjoyed the many attributes of city living — great restaurants, theater and a vibrant nightlife all within walking distance.
But we knew eventually we would want to leave the city. Having both grown up in suburban areas, we saw ourselves raising a family in a house with a big backyard and a swing set.
Relocating to the suburbs turned out to be a big adjustment, especially our new hour-long commute by train. The quietness of our new town was almost eerie. We were used to constant noise and had tons to do at all hours. Now, our only choice for a meal after 10 p.m. was to grab something at 7-Eleven.
Gradually, we acclimated to the slower pace. The absence of late-night dining options proved a non-issue once we had our first child, as we were usually exhausted and in bed well before most restaurants closed.
While the streets of our neighborhood remained quiet, our house grew louder and more boisterous with three kids. I paused my career to stay home while my husband continued to commute to the city. I met other people in our neighborhood through the kids’ various activities. We established roots in suburbia and built a life that we all enjoyed.
My husband and I didn't worry about what would be "next" for us once the kids grew up. We were too busy to think about it and that future seemed far away.