I've been home from college for almost two weeks now. During that time, I've had no trouble readjusting to the house I'd lived in for eighteen years. I haven't fallen off my (railing-less) bed. I've gotten remarkably few stubbed toes. And I can still navigate the twisty route through the dining room in pitch black.
It's not the big changes that confuse me, either. New carpet? Okay, looks nice. New vehicle? I drive it most days; I'm used to it by now.
It's the little things.
The former basement lights were old clunky recessed fixtures that probably violated multiple fires codes. Even with new 100W-equivalent compact fluorescents, they were never quite bright enough either. So my parents replaced them with tube-style fluorescents, which are brighter and safer. But, unlike CFLs, they take about half a second to light.
During that half-second, I get about 3 steps down the basement stairs. The unexpected half-second in which [i]I can't see the stairs[/i] is enough for me to trip almost every time.
The Boston Projection
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