I am so suburban it's almost pathetic. I derive grand pleasure from rolling the trash bin to the curb on the designated days. Walking down our long driveway to retrieve the mail from our ever-so-suburban curbside mailbox each afternoon makes me smile. As do the flowers I planted around the base of said box. Waving to the neighbors as they travel down the sidewalk pushing their strollers or powerwalking in their jogging outfits is pleasing in a way that defies rational description.