I live in a neighborhood with three basic styles of houses, colonial, split, and a cape. Some of the houses are flipped, some have porches, some don't, so you really don't notice there are only 3 varieties at first when you're driving through. My friend CG has a colonial and I have a split so visiting her doesn't jar my brain.
Last year our wing at work had plumbing problems so in order to go to the restroom, I had to go to another wing. It was like going to a neighbor's house, the layout is the same, but it's just different, different magazines on the table or the mirror would be further along the wall.
Last night I visited another neighbor. I was cookie mom for my daughter's Girl Scout troop this year and had to deliver the prizes to the troop leader. Her house is my model, just reversed. It always jars my brain to go there because things aren't where they are supposed to be. I'm usually good with all things spatial, so why is hard to adjust my brain when I visit neighbor's houses or office bathrooms?
6 hours ago
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I grew up in a neighborhood that had 4 styles of houses, all designed by William Levitt, the building marvel of the 1950's & 60's. As a child and teenager I always knew exactly where to find everyone's bathroom. I suppose in a way it was comforting. As a teenager I resented it. The house I live in now was one of the first in my town that didn't match the 4 existing ones. It seemed wrong.
Now I love unique houses.
I like the Twilight Zone.
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