Just unfamiliar.
Traveling alone was one of the things I hadn’t yet grown accustomed to.
But this trip was special.
I was flying across the country to meet my first grandchild.
My daughter, Marianne, had recently given birth to a beautiful baby girl named Rose.
For weeks, she’d been sending me photographs.
Rose sleeping.
Rose yawning.
Rose wearing tiny knitted outfits.
Rose curled up with one little fist beside her cheek.