Years ago, people, mostly young, grew weary of the rural life. Dreaming of big crowds and neon they were lured by the big city. Leaving their roots behind, they wound up trading pastures for cubicles and trees for corner offices. Older now, and faced with decades of concrete and glass, they're flocking back to the suburbs looking for what they left behind years ago. The irony of it all is readily apparent. As they move further away from the inner city, they drag half of it with them in the form of shopping malls, strip centers and bowling alleys. It just goes to prove the old adage about the grass being greener on the other side of the hill. It's just that grass is getting a little harder to find now. Here is a journey from chaos to peace. I hope we travel well together.