For that evening at least, we camp in Mt. Snoqualmie-Baker National Forest. Hannah and I curl up side-by-side on the bed, watching night gather beyond the open hatch. Our horizons are limited only by the looming mountains and a canopy of towering firs. After being so long sequestered within the confines of my childhood house, the world feels vast. “This is our life now,” I say in disbelief. I think of my former classmates, who must already be caught up in the first scramble of the semester. Instead of envying their health, I pity them their constraints.