Today I discovered

[mme_hardy]

 ... that my house, which I had always vaguely assumed was on an east-facing slope, is actually on a north-facing slope.

I found this out by installing a compass app and saying to my husband, "Hey, this compass app is broken!"     Apparently it isn't.   All these years, I figured that "My back window looks across San Francisco Bay to the other side" meant that I was looking east, or some variation on it.   Somehow I reconciled this belief with the knowledge that on both solstices the rising sun shines in through my bedroom window, which is at a right angle to the back slope.

I can only say "Duh". 

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[ethelmay.livejournal.com]

At some very early age I had the border between the US and Canada explained to me as being like the border between our back yard and the park in back of us, which could be seen from the room in which we ate dinner, and for a very long time after could not get it out of my head that the park was therefore north of us (instead of east, as it actually was). It coexisted uneasily in my mind with the dictum "North is toward the Perrys' house" (which was accurate from our house, but of course not once one went PAST the Perrys' house).