Is there life after moving to the suburbs?
It just occurred to me that I’m a 41 year-old man living with my parents.
The fact that this is only temporary while I wait to close on my new home in Nyack is small solace. Mom made dinner the other night, Dad took me to go play golf. I feel like I’m 14.
Although that makes sleeping with my wife at night strangely salacious.
So how is the adjustment to SUMA going? So far, I have eaten Chinese takeout from a storefront restaurant, shot a 87 (my best round ever) at my local country club, watched a Yankee win from a big overstuffed chair, drove to two different quickie marts to find a copy of the New York Times. More importantly, I’ve eaten three meals so far with my parents, hung out with my youngest brother, reprogrammed my mother’s car so she can get country music on her satellite radio, and slept 9 hours at one time. So far so good.
Joe Rand grew up in the suburbs of Manhattan, went to DC for college and law school, and then finally made it to Manhattan. Then he bought an apartment, met his wife, made some friends, and had a few cocktails. Now, after 17 years on the upper west side, he’s moving back to the suburbs of his youth. This is his story.
What’s SUMA? The SUburbs of MAnhattan. You know, just like Tribeca and Soho and Nolita and all those other interesting Manhattan neighborhoods. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.