an unexpected meeting

i was at a friend's place, the other night, when i met this woman. we starting chatting and discovered we both lived in the same village. i started describing where i lived by saying it was at the intersection of 'known street' and 'known street'. she didn't know the street names. so i gave her detailed directions from her place to mine. she looked confused and said i'd lost her somewhere. so i told her again, ending by telling her it was a big house on the corner, with a field for a garden and a big swimming pool. more confused look. she could only think of the big Provencal-style house. that was it, i said. it couldn't be true, she said. she then added she used to live there. no way, said i. after all, we'd bought the house from the previous owners, and i knew them to live in the States. but as it turned out, her family had rented the house for 4 years before the owners had decided to sell it. so it was true. we'd lived in the same house. even weirder was the fact that her room had been what's now mine. it was really strange. we talked for an hour about the house, living there, the garden... it was like meeting a long-lost parent or something.