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THE PEARL blog
LEARNING TO FLOAT
My suitcases sat open on the living room for two full days, half unpacked, half being actively ignored, the way you ignore a problem you know is going to take twenty minutes but somehow still don't have twenty minutes for. This morning I finally hit a wall - not because anything was actually wrong, just the low-grade chaos of being back, partially still in Greece-brain but also needing to immediately function like an adult again.
THE PLACES THAT REARRANGE US
Yesterday, my daughter officially learned to ride a bike.
One second she's wobbling, yelling "don't let go" over her shoulder, the next she's twenty feet ahead of us, laughing, flying on her own.
It happened on Martha's Vineyard, which feels like a Spielbergian dream location to reach a childhood milestone.