Confession time: I'm both slightly intrigued and impressed by people who choose East Coast living. I mean, I'm West Coast through and through: I've lived here my whole life and am raising my family on the West Coast, too. Aside from airport layovers, I've only been to the East Coast (New York City, to be exact) once and I was pretty sick at the time so we only left the hotel for a concert and a hazy walk to Times Square. So, my understanding is that the coasts are pretty different, as our parenting styles are.
Here is my very West Coast perception of what East Coasters are like: They're savvy, smart, and quick. Everyone wears suits to work everyday, everyone works either in fashion or finance, and they all go to the Hamptons and wear cardigans on the weekends. All of their kids are in fancy private schools and have super-straight hair parts. Clearly, none of the above applies to the East Coast south of Washington, D.C., which is a whole other ballgame. Floridians, you guys obviously have your own thing going, I hear. I probably would too, if I lived near The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. How do you guys even manage to get anything done with an amazing distraction like that in your neighborhood?
To be fair, West Coasters deal with stereotypes, too. We prioritize our chill. We are serious about our coffee and/or our avocado-kale-mint smoothies or both, depending on who you ask. We get things done, too, specifically in the areas of tech and entertainment. We wear jeans and hoodies to work. We like mountains and beaches, and doing yoga in either setting. Our kids go hiking and/or surfing before they can talk, and they wear organic jammies, because obviously.
We love stereotypes (apparently).
Yes, I'm generalizing, and yes, deep down I know and recognize that we are all individuals with our own personalities...but the whole "East Coast vs. West Coast rivalry" is utterly ridiculous anyway, so why not be ridiculous about comparing it? Just for kicks, let's take a closer look at just how they could be affecting our parenting. If you damn East Coasters can turn down your Bruce Springsteen and stop blaring your car horns, maybe you can pay attention.