Rocking the Suburbs

Let's admit it: I'm sooooo suburban. And I think I like it.

Case in point: I drove to work early today so that I could run by the Starbucks near the office to get two bags of coffee beans ground. (We were receiving a monthly supply of beans from my friend Shauna... bless her. I didn't have to buy coffee or tea for a year. These are the last two bags.) I pulled my little Sentra up next to a blue Mini Cooper and got out of the car (feeling particularly professional in what I had decided to wear to work today). Even though this morning is overcast, there were several people - two business women, a guy with his laptop, and a biker - all sitting outside the Starbucks. I went in, passed the coffee over the counter, ordered my Chai Tea Latte, glanced at a Starbucks compilation CD (80s punk - D might like it), heard my order called, grabbed it, took a sip, pushed the door open, beeped my car fob to unlock the doors, sat down in the driver's seat and thought, "I like being a grown-up."

Then I realized that this morning was not so much a picture of being a grown-up as it was a perfect snapshot of life in these (suburban) United States. I like to pretend I'm more of a hippie than I am. But it might be time to own up to the facts.

We are (finally!) getting Internet on Wednesday, so I should be able to post some move-in day pictures soon. However, we're going with AT&T, which we (read: David) has to set up. And we leave for Ocean City on Friday (woot!) so I don't actually know when we will have Internet access at home. Soon and very soon, that much I can say.