Perhaps six months from now, none of this will feel particularly remarkable. The house will be settled enough. Soccer will simply be what we do three nights a week. I will understand the rhythms of the board and will have finished my class, and I will no longer need to think quite so hard about every ordinary piece of our days.

If I am being entirely honest, I do not have a profound lesson for you this week.

I am tired.

We are weeks away from a move, days away from packout, and somewhere between deciding what to donate, what to store, what to carry, and what paperwork still needs to be completed, I seem to have misplaced my capacity for reflection.