Texas and the Suburbs
There seem to be a couple of fantastically trivial arguments flaring up around the part of the blogosphere I inhabit at the moment, and I almost feel like I have a dog in each of the hunts.
First, the ever popular question of whether Texas should be allowed to remain in the US or not. Chuck and Ginger certainly think so, even though Ginger left the state. Patrick Nielsen Hayden is less sure. As a relatively recent transplant from Texas to the Rust Belt, I've got to say that Texas just ain't all it's cracked down to be. Now, granted, I lived in Austin (all suburb, but that's the next paragraph or so) which is the "liberal" part of Texas, but in my travels around the state I really never noticed any serious problems with getting along with nearly everyone. By contrast, I said "Hi" to my new neighbour here in Pittsburgh yesterday and he looked at me like I'd crawled out from under a rock &mdash which was hardly likely since I was twenty feet up in the air at the time. Texans may have some odd views but I found them to be almost universally pleasant, something which I really can't say for the NorthEast.
In the end we left Austin for a number of reasons. We didn't have stable jobs there, it was too damn hot in the summer, and really in the winter as well, and Austin, while a great town in which to be footloose and fancy-free, really lacks a number of amenities that help in raising young children.
Speaking of young children, when we moved from Austin, which is pretty much all suburb (at least the parts where people live) we only looked at places in the Pittsburgh suburbs to settle down. We live in a somewhat older suburb of the city that puts us about a 20 minute drive from downtown and its attractions and about the same from the Universities and associated museums. In the meantime we have a large flat yard where our children can run around, and a quiet street that I feel comfortable letting them play near. Laura at Apt 11D has apparently set off a debate about the best place to raise children. While theoretical discussions about the joys of city living for children are wonderful, I find that if young boys (at least) don't have enough space to run around and burn off their excess energy life rapidly becomes too fraught for enjoyment. So when we started looking for a house here, I was glad to find one with a lawn that takes me 45 minutes to cut, and on which my children and my dogs can comport themselves with gay abandon.