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As I walked confidently and blindly through the pitch black of my house last night, my hand touching on the banister exactly where I knew it would be, each warped stair warped in the exact way I expected, I realized that this is the longest I've lived in one house in my entire life. I wondered if I'd ever be so confident in the placement of all the little details -- every creaky floorboard, every staircase, and every light switch -- of another home.
Then I looked again at pictures of our new apartment, and knew home would be wherever we were together. The light switches can be learned again.
Then I looked again at pictures of our new apartment, and knew home would be wherever we were together. The light switches can be learned again.