The quietness is something like misplacing something warm and familiar, something you didn’t realise you reached for so often until it wasn’t there, like a hoodie that holds many memories.
It’s the loss of routine and connection that subtly shape every single day, something comfortable that I didn’t know I grew used to. In a place that is still new, the sense of stability means more than you realise, now navigating your days looks like getting used to the quiet and to trust that feeling lost is part of finding your rhythm again.