Suburban Nightmare

So, I got to talk to my friend Laura for a while last night, and we ended up talking about something that helped me to realize why I'm getting so antsy to move again already. I live in this weird parallel universe we call suburbia. I love my aunt and uncle very much, and I am so grateful to them for opening their home to me to live in while I finish up school, but it's BIZZARE! They live on a cul-de-sac, which is full of upper-middle class families who play out in their lawns and wave at each other when they go off to work in the morning. This is in a larger community of mostly white, mostly middle class families. It's weird! My first day of school, I was going out to my car to go to school, when a man across the street, getting into his minivan waved at me and said "Good luck on your first day of school!" I didn't know him. That was bizzare to me. I'm not used to that. It was minorly creepy actually.

See, I'm used to living either in college housing, or more recently, Colorado Springs. When I lived in Colorado, for the majority of the year, I lived in the ghetto. Or at least as ghetto as Colorado Springs gets. The apartment complex Marvin and I lived in was pretty run down, and it was pretty diverse. We saw our fair share of cop cars at the complex on the weekends. I'm used to working with diverse kids who also are from the ghetto. But the Denver ghetto, which is much more ghetto than C.Springs. I'm used to spending time with people who aren't farm raised, or suburban raised white kids. I got used to a lot more diversity and culture in Colorado Springs than what's available in La Crosse. So, I think I'm just antsy for a bigger city. A place with some sushi! A place where the best restaraunts to go to aren't T.G.I.Fridays or Applebees. I just feel like I'm living in some weird surreal bubble that the outside world doesn't invade very often.

If you haven't seen "The Burbs" with Tom Hanks ever, you need to watch it, because that's kind of how I feel living in suburbia. The movie is set in a cul-de-sac as well. Everyone is always up in each other's business. Everyone waves and is friendly, and knows each other. And it turns out that the neighbors who just moved in, are serial killers. Hmmm...I wonder who the serial killers on our street are..? Probably the guy with the minivan who waved to me.

Moo.