Almost a decade ago, not long after my husband Tom and I got married, I couldn’t help but continuously think about how surprised I was that this was how my life had turned out. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my husband and our kids. We were so happy. I had just never pictured myself in the neighborhood with the white picket fences and perfectly manicured lawns. I had always thought I would live a wanderlust life of adventure. I would climb non-metaphorical mountains and see all the sites of the world. Still, I convinced myself that suburbia was what I needed. Suburbia was right for me. Tom was the right choice. Not some wild, untamed wanderer. Or have I been wrong this whole time?