Sometimes when I come home, I am suspicious that there is someone lying in wait for me. I think I know why this is: When I lived in New York, my whole apartment was one big room. My front door essentially opened in on my bedroom. No one could hide. But now I actually have a foyer, and a hallway, and several rooms in which to live. You'd think that the overall effect would be luxury, but it's mostly suspicion--if not about strangers that could be hiding behind that wall, then about what my cats are doing in the next room while I'm typing this.