Something inside me has shifted. I’m leaving pieces of the old behind and stepping into something new—not waiting for anyone to join me, but moving forward with my children, our little trio (+1; Dad when he can), finding our own way.

Maybe that’s what being a late bloomer really means: not that you never get there, but that you arrive on your own time. And when you do, the connections feel deeply rooted—hard-won, intentional, lasting.

When the tides turn, you bend with them. Illness, missed moments, disappointment—all part of this chapter. But tides always come back, and so will we. #LeLoUnbound

Life isn’t just made up of big adventures — it’s stitched together in tiny, everyday moments. Walking to school, trying new foods, learning from people who are lit up with joy. These are the humany things, the ones that remind us how adventure and learning are really the same path.

Kindness has been my compass since I was young—though only the genuine kind. This post is about honesty, connection, and what I’ve been learning about showing up as myself in a new community.

Before we even boarded a plane, there was a whole lot of planning — not just the logistics, but the heart stuff too. What did we want this adventure to feel like? How did we want to show up as a family? For me, it was less about packing bags and more about setting an intention for the journey ahead.