We always get fall clothes when it’s time to go back to school, and then it’s still too hot to wear them. What do we expect? One day it’s August, the next day it’s September. Why do we think we’ll need so many sweaters?

This is the case in 2001, when I’m waiting for my very first university class to start. I sit on the floor in the hallway, uncomfortable in a very cute green sweater.

There is a guy standing across from me who is also waiting. He kind of looks like Vincent Van Gogh, but with a bigger beard.

The red beard is only the first thing I notice. He is wearing pyjama pants, and a comfy old pair of slippers. He leans against a wall looking unconcerned.

I have to admire his demeanour. Here he is, comfortable as can be, because who cares? I look at him while I sweat in my uncomfortable fall outfit.

I don’t know yet that I’m going to marry this guy one day. It’s months before I even speak to him.