Plum Crazy

So, I'm on the LIRR heading home to Forest Hills from work tonight. I'm riding with a co-worker who's continuing on to Penn Station. (For the non-New Yorkers, Forest Hills is in Queens, east of Penn Station, but west of where we work.) We pass by a part of Forest Hills where I used to live. I comment, "I used to live here." Which sounded patently stupid because I still live in Forest Hills. Of course, I tried to clarify what I meant, but the moment was gone. It was too late to save myself from sounding like a space cadet.