A new house groans in unexpected ways, ways that gives its new owner pause:
How does this oven work?
Why isn't the fridge cold?
A new house takes years to know; maybe that's what makes me uncomfortable. Sitting in my chair,
Will I know this place as well as I knew the last? Will I like it as much? Feel a little lost when I leave it?
Boxes and mail forwards and new faucets.
So much has happened in the recent past that I recoil a bit, touching parts of a house I don't yet know.
That's always the way of things, feeling a little lost when you leave.