It’s late. Or at least the clock says it is nearing 4:00 a.m. and I am finally getting tired. Since landing on the East Coast, the kids and I have been floating between time zones, slipping into a rhythm that doesn’t match the world outside our windows.

We don’t have a schedule right now. No alarms, no early meetings or school bells. We sleep when we’re tired, wake when we’re ready. Dinner somehow always lands around 9 p.m., though we never plan it that way. It just… happens.

And maybe that’s okay.

There’s a quiet kind of peace in not rushing to reset. In letting our bodies and minds adjust in their own time. I know structure will return soon. But for now, I’m leaning into the in-between—this soft space between what was and what’s coming.

We’re not lost. We’re just resting. Recalibrating.

And slowly, gently, we’ll find our new rhythm here in Maryland.

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