Feels like I’ve been here (and there, and there, and there) before.

I’ve identified one of the biggest challenges of adult life as finding the correct address in a condo complex where every unit looks alike. Last weekend, Tyler took my confusion to a new level when he burst through the first random door he saw, brushed by a family watching TV in their living room and nearly made it to their kitchen.

Housing development: an architect’s prank on the directionally retarded.