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So I was reading an article on Liam Neeson, and the interviewer was talking about memory, and drawing floor plans of houses he'd lived in previously. And Neeson drew a sketch of the outside of his childhood home (which was posted) but talked about how it was frustrating that he could remember some things (the location of a bathroom he never used) but not others (if there were flowerboxes under a window he used to crawl out of).

In the spirit of scientific research (and boredom), I decided to see what my brain could dredge up about the places I lived. What I found was surprising.

Because although I felt I had a good feel for most of the layouts, when it can time to try to put them onto paper, I could not get the scale to work out. Chunks of hallway were seemingly blank, with no rooms to account for the outside shape of the house. And though I remembered some things with crystal clarity (on Scott Place, the microwave was on a cart in a small room/alcove next to the kitchen, I remember spilling a hot bowl of cheese all over my hand there), some places I couldn't even tell you where the bathrooms were.

This leads to one inescapable conclusion: obviously, I lived in houses with secret spy rooms and folds in the space-time continuum. Obviously.

( Text-only list of the houses, drawings to maybe come later, after I've neatened them up )