Greetings from the "high quality of life" exurbs
I'd trade the extra room of a cookie-cutter McMansion way out in exurbia for freedom from this sort of mess in Frisco, Texas:
"I can't count on him being home before 7 o'clock," she said. "Even if he leaves the office at 5:30, he's not here until 7. This morning, he left at 5:30 and it took him 35 minutes. But if it's raining outside, he can count on a two-hour drive."
Ms. Gray has been able to volunteer for her neighborhood association and local PTA, and to become a cheerleading coach at school. But her husband's uncertain schedule keeps him from volunteering in community activities.
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"We don't really see our neighbors so much anymore," Mr. Kinnunen said. "We all drive into our back alleys and into our garage, and that's that."
But really, why renovate and risk of living near people with a different skintone when all you have to do to avoid it is spend an ever-increasing portion of your life in a car?
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rj3 | 12:10 PM |
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