I woke up this afternoon feeling so strange. It’s not my room, it’s not my bed, and nothing feels familiar. My family isn’t here, and suddenly there’s a man, my husband, sharing my personal space for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain it, but I feel like an impostor just walking around and doing things in this place.
Freedom. But I was leaving into a college dorm, and both my roommates were upperclassmen that I wouldn’t see for another week.
But it was also far from my first time sleeping alone in an unfamiliar place — I’d done a lot of solo camping by that point in my life.