
Since my divorce went down, I’ve been (temporarily) living in my dad’s basement. It’s almost like having my own apartment, except we share the kitchen and the bathroom.
Over the past six months, I’ve gotten used to where everything is in the kitchen. But then two weeks ago, my dad and his wife decided to renovate.
They got all new cabinets, countertops and even a farmhouse sink. And along with the renovation, they also moved things around. For example, they put the silverware in a totally different drawer from where it was the past six months.
The changes only lasted for two days before they decided to put everything back in the same place it was before, including the silverware.
But in those two days of the silverware being in a different place, my mind got into the habit of going to the new drawer.
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