My little boyscout

Steve leaves for boyscout camp tomorrow for a week. He goes every year, and his son goes too.
His son will be 30 this month, but they both love it.
We moved into our condo 3 years ago. One week after we moved in, he went away for a week.
I wasn't very happy. But it's who he is.
What's weird is, even though I lived by myself for most of my adult life, and had lived by myself for 7 years before meeting him, I kinda freaked out when he left. The first time he left, I left the lights on in the living room all night. I double checked all the locks more than once, and had wild ideas that someone might climb up three floors outside and come in my patio door.
I've gotten better, but I still hate when he leaves. I sleep on his pillow and sit on the part of the couch he normally sits on. Oh well, I'm still a newly wed.
After one year, are we still considered newly weds?
Next Sunday is our one year anniversary. We are going out to eat and then going to see the new
Harry Potter movie. Are we exciting or what?
I like being married, even when we're boring.