for two solid decades i have consistently berated my parents for having ripped me from the comforts of suburbia and thrusting me into the rural realm. when i moved out of their log cabin in the woods [for good] i vowed that i would never go back. i didn't want any acreage for myself. all i wanted was an apartment in town and maybe - someday - a nice lot in suburbia. but i would never go back. oh, i would go back to visit of course. i would live relatively closeby. maybe. but living [out] there was never - in my mind - an option.
until today... when i stepped out of the local dairy and cheese store to see this. and just like that, i'm rethinking suburbia. and everything else.