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I had kind of a similar experience a while ago. My parents moved a couple times after I went to college but kept a lot of the furniture between moves. I visited one xmas and slept in my childhood bed, next to my childhood dresser in a completely different house, on a completely different side of the country. A lot of the same chairs were there in the living room. For a variety of reasons I don't tell my parents much about my private life. Most of the conversations picked up from around when I was a teenager.
It felt like everyone but me wanted me to feel like I was right back at home and nothing was different. We'd pressed rewind for more than a decade and should be able to pick up right where we left off. I wasn't the weird, deeply depressed and anxious person I'd become; I was supposed to still be the awkward, slightly hopeful teenager. And I could not connect in any way. Being surrounded by just enough of the artifacts from my childhood only made it weirder. Things are better now for all of us, but I still have dreams about it. They're not exactly nightmares, but I'm rarely happy when I wake up.