I had a doctors appointment this morning. My doctor is the type of physician who periodically travels between offices. In order to meet her schedule I decided to be flexible, and see her at an atypical location.
The building was located on a rougher side of town. The interior was visibly seasoned, almost exhausted. The architecture and accoutrements reminded me of my elementary school days — back in the early 90’s. The cabinets were a depressing beige color and countertops were a lack-luster pink. Everything looked tired, and had the fragrance of abandonment, even though it was still in use. It made me uneasy.
Buy why did it make me uneasy? I think it had nothing to do with the memories it recalled from me; I think it has to do with concept of habitual practice — the idea of getting used to something. The office was not up to the kind of standards I’ve grown accustomed to, so I was uncomfortable.
It’s a funny thing: getting used to something. It defines your comfort-zone, and it changes in waves across the span of your lifetime — just as you yourself change.
At one point I lived in far more deprecated conditions than that office, and I was happy.