Troy left yesterday.
He moved to Kansas.
This was an unexpected change but it's ok.
In the course of a day he was laid off at one job and got another job 5 hours away. He packed Wednesday night, threw up Thursday morning, hugged me goodbye, and packed up his truck. I went to work and was shocked by how upset I was. It's funny how you live with someone and pick up on moods and emotions.
I told him to consider our house his home when he gets back. He said he was hoping that would be true. He left his quilt on the bed and the chess set his brother gave him on his table. Some stuff in the basement and the odd sock and pillow and such in his room. A giant container of protein powder for me to step around in the pantry.
A few nights ago, before we learned of this change, he walked in from working on his car with a friend and I said, "Welcome home!"
"It's good to be home," he replied.
He could be gone a few weeks or a few months, it just depends on how much bridge there is to take down. He's up by my monastery, up by friends in Kansas City and Maryville. And in the end, I hope he does come home to us even if it's just until he goes out again to another job.
It's been a weird summer. I'm sorry I disappeared. So many things I would want to say here that I can't and no energy to think of other things. But summer is over now, officially, yesterday as I got into my car and drove away.
I can't explain why we did these things or what they mean. I talked with Zelda and Travis on their porch last night about how I would write the next chapter if I were the author of this novel I'm living in. But I'm not. And the longer I live in it? The more I realize God is the author.
God seems to be fond of strange twists and incredible coincidences. I like that about God. I want to read more. Keep writing.