There have been so many unwritten updates swirling in my mind, and now that I’m in Germany — preparing for my mother’s funeral — they’re finally making their way onto “paper.” (Or whatever we call this digital confession booth.) Coby has his own update in the works, but I’ve been itching to share my piece for weeks now, so… here I am again. I arrived in Germany last Monday after the long “trek” across the Atlantic, greeted by snowfall and the warm compassion of old friends. Quite the contrast — from palm trees and coconuts to snowflakes and steaming mugs of tea. Now I’m trying to simply be here. Of course, the universe has its own sense of humor about what “being here” means. Before I left, the last days in the Knolls were… let’s say interesting . Life’s fragility hit me once more — how what feels solid today can vanish tomorrow. To chase anything resembling normality, I turned to my bicycle — my lifelong therapist, cheaper than any shrink and significantly better for my legs. ...