Or, as James Joyner would have it, "hell or New York City."

The terms are too general for me, inasmuch as a lot of quiet streets lined with condo developments and apartment buildings are still considered "suburbs" by some definitions, and the "suburbs" I lived in for almost a dozen years were pretty extreme in their degree of isolation from any conveniences.

I think my husband's jury is still out most of the time because the noise levels are so high here (although the shrieking of neighborhood children, while shrill, cannot compete with the occasional sound of a rabbit dying via coyote or owl—that was severe).

Of course, when it's time to pay the bills, the husband is back on board with this.

And both of us love, love, love being able to walk to the store, to church, to a restaurant.

And I filled up my gas tank all of twice in July, which rawked.

P.S. James, I don't have any degrees at all. Not a one. But I'm willing to bluff my way through things, which is an ability that my mom—a schoolteacher—impressed upon me many years ago.

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