It comes the way most things do in this life: quietly, almost unnoticed, slipping in beside the routines already in motion. The same coffee mug waits on the counter. The same kitchen light hums on before the house stirs. The same life continues, intact and unfolding, even as the calendar insists we call it something different.

And uncertainty, as this year ends, is not abstract. It is layered and present, already pressing forward. Change is coming — movement, transition, another reshaping of what home will look like — and military life has taught me that no amount of planning removes the unknown. Every year arrives carrying something new, whether we feel ready or not.