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"Welcome back, my sweet Storked! readers. As you all know, I moved from the city to the burbs when I found myself suddenly single and Storked! (Read about my exile in chapter 9 of Rattled!) I wasn&amp;#x27;t too thrilled about it, but hey, I couldn&amp;#x27;t afford a one-bedroom shoebox in NYC, let alone a two. (Something told me finding a roomie via Craigslist wasn&amp;#x27;t an option.) I have a guest blogger today who did the opposite of that. She ditched the burbs for bustling NYC. My move and hers begs the question: Which is the more appropriate place to a raise a kid? Please welcome Andrea Stanley.On paper, I should have gotten an A+ when it came to the American dream. I had a doting husband and a darling house in the suburbs on a street called Paradise. When we moved in, my husband joked with me, &amp;quot;Who would ever want to leave a place called Paradise?&amp;quot; Two years in and, well, I did. There was only one problem: I was pregnant! Like Chrissy, I always had the dream of moving to New York City and working for a magazine. But once I found out I was expecting, giving up my cushy life in the suburbs to move to the city seemed...backward. Instead, I read pregnancy books. I child-proofed. I planned. I painted my vibrant yellow office into a pale eggshell nursery, attempting to cover up the life I really wanted. Nine months later, my son, Connor, was born. I watched gasps for breath turn a blueberry-color baby to pink. I realized how finite life was that day, bookended with a clear beginning and a clear end and precious little time in between. So I put my Stepford life up for sale and moved to the city. I traded square footage for a shoebox apartment, a backyard for a hallway, Sunday drives in the car for subway rides. I traded in the life everyone told us we were supposed to have for the life we wanted to have. And life has never been so juicy: I&amp;#x27;m a part-time editorial assistant at a national magazine, my family and I spend sunny days in Central Park reading lines from Poet&amp;#x27;s Walk and brisk evenings strolling the Brooklyn Bridge counting the twinkly lights. I watch Connor giggle at the man selling kimchi in Chinatown. Cool! Still, there are moments when I feel the pangs of guilt. Was it selfish to leave the suburbs, a community entwined in the same ebb and flow as I am now as a mom? At a time in my life when all I wish for is time to stand still so I can drink in this little life that has been given to me, do I really want to be in a place that moves so fast? Then I look out of my son&amp;#x27;s window at the Statue of Liberty, standing firm with a glimmering torch symbolizing hope and dreams. I smile. And Connor does too. What about you? Do you think that parents should follow the trail of cupcake crumbs back to suburbia? Where do you think the best place to raise a child is? Did you leave an urban lifestyle for a suburban one when you wanted to start a family? *** If you could choose anywhere in the world, where would you live? Where do you want to raise your kids? Which personal traits do you want to pass on to your kids? *** More Ways to Get Glamour You could win $50,000 just for registering for or logging in to Glamour.com! Sign up for Glamour.com&amp;#x27;s Style Tips of the Week and Beauty Tip of the Day newsletters! Add Glamour to your iGoogle homepage. Follow us on Twitter."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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