Best of luck and love to you as you embark on parenthood!
Just wanted to add my perspective. When I was 10 my family moved from a dirt road country setting outside of Wendell to the Preston area of Cary. I went to West Cary Middle School and Green Hope High School. In Wendell I was always outside, getting chased by farmers out of their wheat fields, riding dirt bikes and go karts on endless trails, jumping in ponds, lighting stuff on fire, having dirt clod wars, building forts in the woods, etc. Being a young kid in the country was amazing.
When we moved to a cul-de-sac in Cary, I had to teach the suburban kids how to play outside. We built a paintball course along a creek buffer In the middle of a very suburban neighborhood. I got yelled at for hacking at neighbors trees with machetes, or walking around the neighborhood with a BB gun. We caught tadpoles and crayfish with our hands in the creek. But after a few years, I became a suburban kid like my peers.
My biggest takeaway from that suburban life as a kid is that it creates a tremendous amount of boredom that is often filled with mischief, drugs, alcohol, or if you’re lucky and an attentive parent, scholastics, sports, video games, and other positive activities. But the stats of my millennial peers at Green Hope spoke for themselves. Multiple suicides, including two of my good friends’ siblings, multiple drug overdoses that continue to this day, multiple deaths by car accident, multiple pedestrians struck by vehicles directly in front of the school, and multiple outcomes of prison/rehab.
When I got to college I was shocked at how many people had never been to massive keg parties with 5+ kegs. The folks that were familiar with this party style were typically from similar wealthier suburban communities, like South Charlotte.
I say all this to point out the disparity between the visual cues of a prim and proper manicured suburban community centered around golf course country clubs, grocery store anchored strip malls, and beautifully landscaped median divided boulevards with no crosswalks, and the dark underbelly of the bored youth that trampled these grounds at night. In my experience, there was nothing to do in the suburbs so the kids created their own reality.
DTR may not be quite at the point of offering a true urban childhood experience, but it’s certainly more interesting and offers a broader perspective of real life than West Cary did for me and many peers.