“Suburbia is more than a place. It is a shade of blue, a tint of orange. A heat in autumn winds, come from far places for this moment. It is leaves rustling in the trees, the sound of children laughing in the distance. It is the scent of homemade food on Sundays, and evening walks under the sunset lit sky. It is headlights passing your window late at night and finding empty liquor bottles and cigarette stubs in the damp grass next to forgotten benches. Outsiders are rare but welcome to unite in streets lined with tidy front yards. Suburbia is home, but Suburbia is more than a place. Suburbia…