Black in the 'Burbs.
I wanted to like those suburbs.
They felt familiar enough.
Plus, this was a taste of the American Dream, right?
The air was supposed to be sweeter and the sun was supposed to shine brighter, right?
I was supposed to love it here.
And I tried to make the house feel like home.
But it was hard to knock the chill off.
A hidden gem on Zillow, I thought we lucked up when the realtor responded to my inquiry to view the house I had been drooling over within hours.
We wanted more space. A garage. A place for Larry’s grill. Stairs. And it had to have stairs because Larry specifically wanted stairs.
Tucked in quiet enclave directly off one of the city’s main thoroughfares, it was central to everything listings so strategically ensure to mention:
Two major grocery stores.
The breathtaking open air shopping center.
Tree-lined, bubbling brooks.
Even Bambi and her white-tailed mammy lived there.