I’ve been absent from the blog for a while now, as I needed some time to think about how to proceed with my personal writing. But I’ve also been busy editing a couple essays for The Morning News. And here is the first one, on jet lag:
It is hard going east. It is harder going east with small children. It is hardest going east with small children into the gloom of a Swedish winter.
The planes are fast but the adjustment is slow, and I get caught in the gap between. This seems true of so much of modern connected life, but especially with kids, who ground me in their urgent and eternal needs, and in Sweden, with its fundamental tyranny of light and dark.
I’ve always taken jet lag as something to either cure or endure. But this proves impossible with my children, who cannot, or will not, fight the time shift. Instead, we linger in our altered state, and it is not fun, and it evokes death and madness but also transcendence, all at 2 a.m. as the little ones jump off the couch on a dangerous quest for buried pirate treasure.
You can finish reading here.