In 2018, after we lost our horse, we sold our house that we had lived in for fifteen years and moved into an apartment about 30 miles from where we had been living. Our intent had been to move out of the area in the near future (mountains and trails were calling to us). However, external circumstances arose that force us to move into a townhouse only a few months later. In 2021, a slew of events necessitated another move, and so we started the process of having a house built (though still not near mountains).
While these activities were disruptive, most of the habits we had formed in those years held. We could walk to a number of nearby restaurants, the stores we liked to shop at were in easy distance, and even though my creative space was cramped and overrun with the day-job office, I knew were to put my keys and glasses.
In Aug 2022, we moved into the new house and that is when chaos broke. Even though I knew what to expect, I no longer had my computer set up as normal, my things were scattered over three floors, my glasses were never where I needed them (and I hate needing them). The habits that got me through the day no longer worked. No matter how hard I tried to forced my old habits to function, they rebelled and worked against me. What should have taken seconds was taking minutes and minutes turned to many minutes.