A Summer I Didn’t Know I Needed

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I didn’t plan to take a break this summer. It wasn’t on my calendar, I didn’t make a big announcement… it just happened. And honestly? I didn’t even realize how much I needed it until it was already over.

This was our first summer in our new city, and without really meaning to, I gave myself permission to slow down and focus on my family. We said yes to let's see what today brings this s
ummer. No big plans,  we traveled a bit, tried out new parks, and just enjoyed ourselves together. 

We went camping, and enjoyed the stillness of the day. We wandered the farmers market, picking out fresh produce, sipping coffee, and chatting with local vendors. We made the library a regular stop—not just for books, but for the comfort of a space that already feels like ours.

Not every day was about going somewhere. Some of my favorite memories were the simple ones—watching movies piled on the couch, playing board games that brought out our competitive sides, or just hanging out in the backyard while the summer light lingered. And somewhere in between all of it, we started making new friends—people who are slowly becoming part of our circle here.

It was a season of exploring, yes, but also of lingering—letting moments last, laughing a little more, and building a life here without rushing it. Every little adventure, whether big or small, stitched this new chapter together in a way that made it feel more like home.

And then today arrived—the first day back to school. Our district starts earlier than what we’re used to, so walking into this new routine feels a bit strange. Part of me isn’t ready to let go of summer just yet, but there’s also something about a fresh start that feels grounding.

Looking back, I see now how much that unplanned break refilled my cup. It gave me space to breathe, to be fully present with my family, and to remind myself of what really matters.


I’m stepping into this next season grateful for the adventures we had, the friendships we’re building, and the roots we’re starting to grow here. The summer I didn’t plan turned out to be exactly what I needed—and I’m curious, and maybe even a little excited, to see what comes next.


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