City boy returns to the suburbs.

I grew up in the suburbs on Long Island, but when I moved to Boston in 1997 to attend college, I started to define myself as a “city boy.”  My school didn’t have a campus, so I had to learn the layout of the city in order to get around.  I fell in love with Boston fast, and stuck around after I graduated.  For over ten years I lived in the city and its surrounding towns, moving from apartment to apartment.  There was a brief stint where I moved to San Antonio, but after about nine months I found myself back in Boston.  I loved being in the city.

As the years went by I found myself slightly further away from the city, but always within arm’s reach.  In my last apartment, just north of the city, I was far away enough that I wasn’t bothered by the traffic (human or vehicular) of a city center, but also just a bus ride away from my favorite bars, restaurants, and other cosmopolitan attractions I’d become accustomed to.  I could enjoy the quiet of my somewhat-isolated home, but still be in the heart of the city in a moment’s notice.

Now I have a family and a house.  Now my home is very far away from the city.  And I have to say, after nearly a decade of being a self-defined “city boy” and returning to the suburbs… I’m surprisingly in love with it.

I do miss all the cosmopolitan restaurants and fancy bars.  I do miss being a bus ride away from the shenanigans of the Boston burlesque scene that has so graciously adopted me.  I look longingly at my friends’ Facebook feeds, where they decided, on a whim, to dress up and have fancy drinks and get into all kinds of urban mischief.  The city boy in me cries out for a nearby bus to take me back to Boston on short notice.

But my suburban roots have taken hold of me, too.  There are things I love about being far, far away from the city.  I have property now.  As much as raking all those leaves is a pain in the ass, I have a front- and backyard that isn’t subject to a landlord’s… anything!  Our local liquor store has a surprisingly good selection of snobby beer!

And the people out here are just nice.  I live next door to a church, and the parishioners stopped by within a week to 1) welcome me and my wife to the neighborhood and 2) help me with all those leaves.  My neighbor across the street plowed my driveway after a snowstorm, for no reason other than he had a plow and it was the neighborly thing to do.  Crossing guards wave to me as I drive by.  The cashiers at the supermarket even welcomed me to the neighborhood.  I chatted art and music with the guy who refilled our oil tank.

My wife and I have quickly fallen in love with being suburbanites.

Now if only this town had an eccentric burlesque scene.

About Michael

Michael Terracciano loves comic books, superheroes, outer space, and telling stories. His friends call him "Mookie." He spent the last ten years as the author and artist of the fantasy webcomic, "Dominic Deegan: Oracle for Hire." He enjoys spending time with his wife and their three cats. His favorite planet is Jupiter because it's awesome. He wants having superpowers to be fun again, and for this to be a universe you want to escape to, not from. He hopes you enjoy reading Star Power.