Introducing: The Reluctant Suburbanite

Suburban Texas is a funny place.  Don’t you think?  We live houses with communal front yards, yet we never actually meet our neighbors.  We have front doors that, as far as I can tell, are only used for the collection of flyers and door hangers, because, as everyone knows, no self-resepecting suburbanite would ever deign to get out of her car in full view of the world… that is what garages are for!  Our kids all have bikes and scooters and yet are driven to school in an ever-expanding line of cars, and then driven home again and then driven to the park to ride their bikes and scooters… and so on and so on.

The madness of it all has finally gotten to me, your hostess, The Reluctant Suburbanite.  I hope this blog will be a place where I can explore what it means to rebel against this culture; to love my neighbors and actually find out who they are and not just what cars they drive; to encourage my children to be warriors and adventurers, and not just on their Wii; to struggle through the fight against complacency and the seduction of comfort and security in favour of a life of purpose and passion lived out loud and not just in private.

So, “Welcome, it may get a bit edgy around here from time to time, but don’t let that scare you off!”


The Reluctant Suburbanite


2 thoughts on “Introducing: The Reluctant Suburbanite

  1. LOL, it is a funny place we’ve chosen to live in. Thank goodness for the friends that force us out of our offices though. 🙂

    And I am so jealous looking at all that snow in that picture.

  2. Yes, in my life, I occasionally look over my shoulder to see if my neighbors, friends, or colleagues are lapping me. I’m an American Girl, after all, and most certainly of the human condition. But overall, I try to pace my own self on my own run, my own life.

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