Because I know it so well, the Montgomery Street BART station feels more like home than certain parts of my house. I’m lookin’ at you, kitchen.
Luckily there are plenty of parts of the house that feel completely like home now, because I know them every bit as well as I ever knew the weird honeycombed walls of the Montgomery station. There is a stair railing (for example), third from the top, that I always grab as I’m making the sharp curve around the landing, which is as homey as anything could be.