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Here in Rhode Island, I usually have a desk light on, facing the wall. If I don't, I start to feel like I'm back in New York, sitting at the computer. I actually find myself reaching down to my right side from time to time, trying to turn on a light that's hundreds of miles away. I find it a little odd, since I actually have a different monitor now, and a different chair, and different speakers. But those changes are purely cosmetic, it seems. That setting is imprinted in me, and whenever I enter similar circumstances it revives itself.