Since I moved out at 18, I've been living in boarding houses and apartments. There have been no garages with dad's table saw and the driveway is mysteriously always shovelled by someone else. Home improvements are forbidden, the noise of power tools would upset the neighbours, and my stay is so temporary that it's not worth the investment. When Ryan and I moved in, we planned to make all sorts of furniture out of shipping pallets. We got the pallets but we have nowhere to make a mess with them and a power-sander.
This is why a lot of people want a suburban home. With the move to a knowledge and service economy, the opportunity to build and work with your hands for a living has been eroded, but the desire to make has not. The backyard, garage, basement, and driveway become the production centres of people who are not quite fulfilled by the rules of our economy today. They are farmers that can't afford to be farmers, artisans told not to be artisans, mechanics with no need to be a mechanic, builders and makers of every kind.