Waking up in a new place is always an adjustment. A little disoriented. But I'm sure these windows that drenched us in sunlight this morning will look more like home eventually. It will feel like home soon.
Last night, we ate pizza. Because none of our cooking paraphernalia was unpacked and all of our food was still inside of a fridge in another city. That kind of night, of all nights, is a pizza night.
On the way home from picking it up, I stopped by the gas station and left the Gatorade I bought for Drew on the cashier counter. I didn't realize it until I was home.