A blog born out of equal parts curiosity, confusion, and a deep need to stay sane while living in a land of cul-de-sacs, overbuilt driveways, and mysteriously abandoned strip malls.

This blog exists because I love cities, but I now live in the suburbs and my therapist says that instead of screaming into the void, I should write about it. So, with her cautious endorsement, I’ll be digging into why we keep building environments that defy logic, joy, and often gravity. From absurd parking minimums to lonely bus stops with no sidewalks, nothing is safe from gentle (and sometimes deeply exasperated) critique.

Think of this as part therapy, part urbanist safari, and part open letter to whoever designed that one bylaw that requires three zoning amendments to get a coffee shop. If you’ve ever wondered why the suburbs are the way they are, or you just need someone to validate your rage at giant faux shutters, this is the blog for you.