A few weeks have passed since I came home, and life at the Trap House has settled into a new routine. The house is alive with activity—laughter, the occasional shout of excitement, and a constant hum of practical adjustments.

Being here has changed everything. What used to be a chaotic living area is now a carefully arranged hub of accessibility. The temporary ramps have been replaced with permanent ones, and the furniture is strategically arranged so I can navigate comfortably. The living room has been adapted into a multifunctional space with a cozy area where I can relax, work on my projects, or simply hang out with the team.

I'm almost entirely reliant on the Trap House members now—Jake, Sam, Colby, Aaron, Corey, and Devyn. They've become my support system, ensuring I have everything I need while I recover.

Jake is often moving through the house with purpose, balancing checking in on me with coordinating the group's daily activities. His dedication shows in the little adjustments he makes around the house to make life easier for me. Sam, always full of energy, has taken on the role of my personal assistant, helping me with everything from scheduling physical therapy appointments to managing our content creation.

Colby has been focused on making our exploration equipment more accessible. He's designed custom mounts and modifications to ensure I can participate in our adventures without any issues. Meanwhile, Corey and Devyn handle the heavy lifting and equipment setup, making sure the house stays in top shape and is ready for whatever we have planned.

One evening, the house is buzzing with preparations for our next big adventure. I'm sitting in my wheelchair near the newly organized desk, a small smile on my face as I review the plans. It's comforting to be involved in the process, even though I'm not out exploring just yet.

Jake walks over, holding a cup of coffee. "How's everything looking? Ready for the next adventure?"

I take the coffee with a grateful nod. "I think so. I've been going over the maps and planning our route. It feels good to contribute, even if it's from here."

Jake's smile is warm and encouraging. "You're a huge part of it, Wren. We wouldn't be this organized without you. Plus, Colby's excited about the gear modifications you suggested."

Colby, who's adjusting some equipment nearby, looks up with a grin. "Yeah, those changes are going to make a big difference. I'm just glad you're on board with them."

I chuckle softly. "I'm glad too. It's been a learning curve for all of us, but it's great to see how everyone's adapting."

Sam rolls in the new gear and begin setting up. The house feels vibrant with activity, and despite the challenges, there's a sense of camaraderie that's palpable.

Nora, meanwhile, has been staying at our house, managing the property and handling personal tasks. She's missed being here daily but visits often, bringing a touch of home with her. On one of these visits, she arrives with a box of my favorite snacks and a couple books from home.

"Thought you might like a little treat," Nora says as she sets the box on the coffee table.

My face lights up with appreciation. "You're the best, Nora. Thanks for thinking of me."

Nora settles into a nearby chair, joining us as we discuss our plans. The conversation shifts effortlessly between practical concerns and light-hearted banter, showcasing the deep bond we share.

As the night goes on, the Trap House feels like a warm and welcoming hub of shared goals and supportive friendship. I reflect on the past few weeks with a mix of gratitude and determination. It's been an adjustment, but with Jake, Sam, Colby, Corey, Devyn, and Nora by my side, I feel more confident and hopeful.

Jake leans back in his chair, glancing around at the group. "Alright, team. We've got our plan, and it's looking solid. Let's make sure everything's ready to go."

Everyone nods in agreement, and I feel a surge of appreciation for the effort and care each person has put into making this new chapter work.