I’m living in Vienna/Fairfax this summer, a suburb of Washington DC in Northern Virgina (NOVA), and have found a new respect for suburbia. For example, this morning I saw both bike and deer tracks on my way to the Metro; last week a rabbit ran next to my bike for 10 feet until pretending to be a tree.
At night, there are fireflies and the gentle creaking of the cooling wood. It is lovely, and not nearly as remote-feeling as I expected.
But some mornings, I see things like this (right). It is a bulldozer, killing some small trees. Now I know developments have to be built, but scenes like this one remind me of the old joke:
Suburbia: where developers cut down all the trees and then named the streets after them.
And since I live on White Birch Dr, off of Circle Woods Ct, I find it less than funny.
Inspirational Quote:
“Family is just accident…. They don’t mean to get on your nerves. They don’t even mean to be your family, they just are.”–Marsha Norman
Enjoy your suburbia! I’m in the final stages of closing a purchase of a “microcondo” in San Francisco. It’s 260 sq ft (plus a “loft”) about a block from the SF MoMA. Pretty much the opposite of suburbia! =D