What route do you still know by memory, eyes closed?

I can still fly the approach into Keflavik in my head — every heading, every altitude step, from years ago. Not because I memorized it, but because it's seamed into me now. It's not about navigation for me anymore. Wondering what that is for people who never flew — your way home from a childhood friend's house, the walk to a job you quit decades back. What's the route your body still knows?