I made it to the job site today, and it's amazing. I should call it Northanger Abbey, because I feel like Catherine Morland visiting a big, strange house where I really don't belong. Except I do, and here I am.
Whenever I've read that sort of book, and someone talks about getting lost in the house, I didn't get it. I've never been in a house where one could get lost before.
In the few hours here, I've already been lost inside the house. Three times. Each time I've found myself by going through a door I wasn't expecting to take me somewhere I'd recognize.