We’re getting really good at not knowing what comes next. Which is funny, because in my old life, I was very good at knowing. There were schedules. Places we needed to be. Appointments, school, work, weekends, weekdays. Even when we didn’t have plans, there was usually a pretty clear idea of what was coming next. That's how it had to be (with work, school, extracurriculars etc) and on the one hand, I loved that. I’m a planner. A project planner, specifically. Give me something to organize and...

Without running away. Let me explain. Arriving back in Norway felt like taking my first full breath in weeks. After everything that happened with our car saga (yes... three cars. We bought three. The first two turned into expensive life lessons. One day I'll tell that story properly because, honestly, if I didn't laugh about it now, I'd probably still be crying), simply pulling into a place that feels familiar and like home settled something inside me. Breathing through lots of emotions...

We just spent three weeks house sitting in Germany, and I keep thinking about how different it looked on paper. It was supposed to be a pause. A reset. A few quiet weeks to breathe, re-charge, connect as a family. Instead, it was full in a way I didn’t quite expect. We were taking care of one very lovable dog, three horses, eighteen chickens, two mama cats… and six tiny, three-week-old kittens. Which, for the record, are almost the cutest baby animals on the planet (still second to lambs, I...