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.
My most lasting memory is of being at the grocery store and noticing peach pies on sale. I suddenly realized I was an actual grownup and could just buy one and eat as much of it as I wanted. So I did, and ate peach pie all weekend.