By the time you reach the grand old age of 40, have children, a family car and some kind of pet you will probably also find yourself living in suburbia.
No, you initially won’t want to, you prefer the bright lights of the city or the simple living of the remote countryside but there’s a good chance that your work, the schools, the kid’s friends, your extended family are all there, in suburbia.
So kicking and screaming or just with a sigh of resignation that’s where you will find yourself. You will actually quite like it. It’s easy. Everyone is like you, or at least in your time of life, in your situation, in suburbia.
The parks are handy, there’s a local leisure centre to start the kids on their way to Olympic success, the after school activities and neighbours willing to take in your kids and keep an eye out for them makes you feel safe.
In suburbia there are teenagers, toddlers and tweens, lots of babies, a few old folk and some young marrieds, if you are single you are probably divorced or in the process, anyway you have kids so silly to move back to a city. Better to be in suburbia.
If you’re lucky during a holiday you may spot some 20 somethings but they make you feel old. When they aren’t around you can pretend you are still young, fashionable, slim, not living in suburbia.
You may occasionally venture into the city but usually during the day, rarely at night when you will have to be back by midnight, driving. When you do go to the city at night you are shocked by the diverse mix of humanity that you haven’t seen for so long now you live in suburbia.
But it’s quite good to be home at midnight, sober. You don’t need to look for an hour for parking, no-one’s been sick on your doorstep, there is quiet, a distant cry of a baby, perhaps a toot of an owl. Your family is safely tucked up in bed and you will realise that at this point in life you don’t really mind living there, in suburbia.