Lately, I’ve found myself making the same journey over and over. Packing up the car, loading the kids in, catching the ferry. The Isle of Wight has become a second home in a way I never expected.

If you haven’t read my last blog yet, go check it out—it gives a little more backstory on why these trips have taken on such meaning for me. But today, I want to talk about the here and now. What life looks like after everything. What these visits have come to mean.