Suburban Exile - Day 17

I was thinking I would post often about the exciting suburban life of Stamford, CT.  I thought I would have a lot of richly humorous stories about the people and ways, navigating the winding streets and sprawling shopping centers.

Nope.

With a commute ranging from one and a half to two hours each way, I find that I'm not doing a whole lot of living while living in Stamford.  Each morning, I wake up by 5:30am, so that we can both be ready to drive to the train station at 6:30am.  After work, by the time we're back at the house, it's nearly 8pm.  Sometimes later.  Exhausted from full days of work and traveling, there's generally enough time for dinner, some reading, and then sleep.

I don't mean to complain too much.  The truth is that we're still saving quite a bit of money living out here, paying no rent, utilities, and little for food.  It's been great to spend more time with family, and we've been very fortunate to have the kind of family we do.  Even the cat and dog have begun to peacefully coexist in the same room.

But at the end of the day, I can't wait to get back to Brooklyn.  On that front, we've applied with a second bank, giving up on the first one's incompetency altogether.  The application, up through the appraisal report, was all rushed through in eight days.  So now we're waiting, just as were before, for the final green light to close.

Fingers crossed (again).