Six weeks ago, we flew home from our honeymoon in Honolulu. After the six hour flight and the hour drive home from the airport we threw our suitcases into the corner and crashed in bed. It was well after midnight and we were exhausted. As we lay there in the dark, I thought, This is now our home. Not Randy’s, not mine, but ours. It was my first night there (“at Randy’s place”) and suddenly I was overwhelmed with emotion. This was my home (as a literal fact) but in my heart, it felt far from being my home. My home has never been here. My whole life, I had traveled the world only to return to my room. A room dismantled, a room no longer. Everything felt unknown.