How Very Suburban of Me

OK, it’s official. I am a suburbanite. I shouldn’t be surprised, really. After all, I was born in the suburbs, and except for a few years when I lived on an urban college campus and a few months when I lived in a rural horsey area, and another few months spent living in hotel rooms (don’t ask), I have always lived in suburbia. So why is it so disturbing to take the quiz at the Surburbanista blog and find that, although thankfully I do not qualify for full-fledged suburbanista status, I also am not the anti-surburbanista I imagined myself to be. But in fact, a middle-of-the-road suburbanite. In fact, my husband and I are so very suburban, so pathetically colonial-with-two-car-garage kind of folks, I'll bet you can easily guess the name of the U.S.-made, gas-guzzling, DVD equipped, more-room-than-my-first-apartment vehicle, we just bought??? Don’t know what the heck I’m talking about? Then I guess you’re an urbanista!