It is no secret that reversecommuter moved to the burbs, well, a little under duress.
As my husband says (a little too often), I moved here kicking and screaming, and five years later I’m now just screaming (isn’t he funny?).
Unstructured, sunny summer days that define themselves make the move make sense.
Now if only I could walk to a Starbucks…
or get my daughter to stop playing paparazzi!