One of the questions I've been asked most often lately is whether I'm sad about selling our house. It's a fair question. After all, we've lived here for almost nine years. This is the house where we raised our boys, celebrated birthdays and Christmases, and created countless memories as a family. It's also the house where I cared for Mum during her final months. If walls could talk, these ones would certainly have a story to tell. So people are often surprised when I tell

It's funny how quickly life can change. When I wrote my last post (two months ago!), we had just found out that Luke got the job. After so much waiting, everything suddenly felt possible. What I don't think I fully appreciated at the time was that the waiting wasn't actually over. It had just changed shape. Instead of waiting to hear whether Norway was happening, we found ourselves waiting for visas. Waiting for paperwork. Waiting for approvals. Waiting for timelines.