I live in the American Southeast, a place just north of the Atlanta metropolitan area which is firmly suburban in the way that you only find in America. Particularly southern America. I have access to cuisine from most of the world within 20 minutes drive, people tend to own their own cars because it's just more efficient for individuals to see to their own transport because there are 10,000 different places to go, and relatively large backyards are still a feature.
(Mine cheats a bit because we also take the county-crossing natural gas line territory, which is where this video is actually shot.)
Once upon a time you couldn't even hear traffic from my backyard, but now sirens, trucks, and all sorts of suburban density have moved up. Still – it's suburbia.
Life goes on. Life finds a way, to borrow a phrase. The birds don't care, the kids don't care, and the softly droning sound of chainsaws don't care.