When I first moved to the suburbs from Boston, one of my new neighbors, shortly after being introduced, was quick to point out that she and her husband used to live in the Back Bay. I remember being a little taken aback, wondering what she was getting at (was she trying to be cool for living in a nice area of the city?). Now I know. She was trying to get some street cred for not being a total suburbanite.
Even though most of us grew up in the same types of suburbs we live in now (except for me, who lived in a very rural area), we got a taste of the city, whether it was Boston, Chicago or the city of all cities: New York. We fashioned ourselves to be “city people”. We loved the energy of the city, the convenience of not having a car, the ability to go out to eat at great restaurants on a whim, taking cabs, non-mall shopping and even the “diversity” of people we interacted with every day (like the homeless guy who greeted us when walking to work).
I recently found myself bragging about my tony location of the brownstone I lived in right before I met Ward/Mike/Cliff. To someone who is under 30 who probably was a little taken aback, wondering what I was getting at. I just wanted some street cred for not being a total suburbanite.