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Last night I had this strange realization that the house we currently live in is the first place I’ve lived since probably high school where my eyesight has been good enough to mean I don’t need know the number of paces between each room. I feel weirdly floaty in this place, and wonder if it is because I have much less of a tactile relationship with the space than previous places I’ve lived.