Where we live

She's been asking again of late how we ended up in Chicago. I tell her the whole tale, basically recreating the 1990s. She seems to enjoy that story. Tonight, coming home from a movie in downtown Evanston, she looked around our suburban neighborhood with a troubled look on her face and finally asked, "Now do we ... where ... do we live in Evanston?" I assured her that we do. I'm not sure what the confusion was, but it seemed that she was having trouble connecting the downtown look we had just left with the suburban look all around us.