Pity the Poor Exurbians
Suffer, bitches.
People who choose to live in sprawling “exurbs” are suffering in their cars—such long commutes, you see, can get to you after a while.
…life here is framed by hours spent in the car.It is a defining force, a frustrating, physical manifestation of the community’s stage of development, shaping how people structure their days, engage in civic activities, interact with their families and inhabit their neighborhoods. Ask residents why they moved here, and they tend to give the same answers: more house for the money, better schools, a lifestyle relentlessly focused on the family.
Ask them what the trade-off is, and most often they mention the traffic.
Chris Gray, 34, moved to Frisco with her husband eight years ago, eager for a bigger house in an affordable, family-oriented community. Ms. Gray quit her job as a financial consultant for Electronic Data Systems in Plano, the previous exurban boomtown just to Frisco’s south, and decided to become a stay-at-home mother for her two daughters. But her husband, who works near downtown Dallas, has paid the price.
“I can’t count on him being home before 7 o’clock,” she said. “Even if he leaves the office at 5:30, he’s not here until 7. This morning, he left at 5:30 and it took him 35 minutes. But if it’s raining outside, he can count on a two-hour drive.”
Let me look inside my heart and see if it’s breaking for the Gray family…
Nope.
You can have a family-focused life in the big city, Mrs. Gray—tons of people do it. And a family of four can live comfortably in an apartment in the city. It all depends on what you value. Do you value your time? Or do you just want “more house for the money”? If it’s all about having a “great room” and two spare bedrooms and a media room and a mud room then, by all means, go live in some soulless exurbian shithole. But don’t bitch about the traffic—all those other people clogging the roads made the same idiotic choice you did. You have no one to blame but each other for a lifestyle dominated by cars and for your husband’s two-hour commute.
Dan, not to disagree with your sentiment about this whiny exurbanite, do you know how expensive a condo in NYC is? How much more expensive it is than buying a house far, far away from the city? Living way the hell far from the city could be as much a matter of cost prohibition as it is petty personal tastes.
One of the consequences of building a dense urban paradise is that it drives housing costs through the damn roof due to demand and location. It's a factor conveniently ignored in the urban/suburban debate.