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…but you can’t take the suburbs out of the girl. Or can you?

In a million years I never thought I’d live in a city, much less like it.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve lived in some of the biggest around; Los Angeles, Houston, Orlando, Philly but I use the word “in” loosely because, at the end of the day,  I always drove home…30 minutes out Katy Freeway from downtown Houston… an hour out the Santa Monica Freeway from downtown Los Angeles (which, by the way, equated to about 6 miles).

At 5:01, these cities became ghost towns, the only visitors  for the theater or ballet.

I never gave a lot of thought to Urbanites; those exotic and mysterious inhabitants oblivious to sirens blaring and horns blowing, until I found myself in Boston after some sudden and quite unexpected shifts within my company (nice way of saying, I’m pretty sure I was fired ).

I was working “temporarily” and kept my apartment in suburban Philadelphia for four months before tossing in the towel.

At first, weekends brought much needed excursions out of the city to escape the feelings I was having of being overwhelmed by the sounds, sights and crowds.

Sometimes, a trip to a suburban Walmart was all it took to sooth me.

Fast forward three and a half years and I whine about having to drive out of the city!  Everything I need is within reach from shopping to dining – culture and the arts – entertainment,  my church, dentist, my park, my bark park…you name it, I can walk, train or cab it.

This sort of within arm’s reach living has been very healthy for a woman who is not only single but a warrior in the on again/off again battle with Depression.

This is huge for me and is often the case when I need to get out of my apartment; just need to not be alone – just be in the presence of other people.

In my suburban life, it was near impossible to force myself out of my apartment when down. Now, within three minutes, I am at a beautiful mall, standing in line for my Venti-skinny-iced-vanilla-latte.

I am amidst other human beings and knowing I can accomplish this quickly is a very good thing.

When we are depressed, every task seems insurmountable and getting out takes herculean effort. This critical action got super easy when I moved to a city.

I miss lightening bugs but have finally arrived at a place of residency joy. So, after nearly four years, I got my Massachusetts driver’s license. I guess this makes it official.

 

 

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    Last reviewed: 27 Jul 2012

APA Reference
Hull, L. (2012). You Can Take a (Depressed) Girl Out of the Suburbs…. Psych Central. Retrieved on July 30, 2014, from http://blogs.psychcentral.com/laughter/2012/07/you-can-take-a-depressed-girl-out-of-the-suburbs/

 

 

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