So weird to be back in my old room, with the windows overlooking the yard, the park beyond the line of bushes, the sounds and smells of Wilding Springs just as I remembered them and yet utterly different.

It felt off, a disconnect between how it was and how it turned out to be and I realized quickly, sitting on the edge of my bed with the sparkly pink chandelier overhead and the fluffy pillow clutched in my lap that it would never feel the same again. Not without access to the ...