There are more than 500 miles between my childhood home and where my navigation app is leading me now. It’s getting dark, and the dusky sky makes the low rolling hills of dry weeds, run-down houses, and nothingness seem almost beautiful.
My husband, Garrison, and I had been homeowners for about two days when we had our first guest at our table. And by table, I mean our coffee table. It was more of a picnic on our living room carpet with Del Taco as our main course.