Moving Out

I haven't written in a long time. If you are one for reasons, they are thusly:

1.) Been applying to PhD programs,
2.) Been in IL, MO, as well as family + Kristen been out here for holidays,
and,
3.) Been working on moving out.

Moving out.

Most of the time, when people move out from somewhere, they also, very subsequently, move in somewhere else. Now, both the guise of moving in with Mom, as well as her encouragement for me to actually live there, sometimes makes it feel like that is indeed where I am moving.

There are other times I am blown away by the void of it all. Even if I do stay at Mom's house from time to time (or even often)... that isn't where I live. In a sense, I am moving out of my apartment and moving to "out" as well. My new home is "The Out." It's kinda funny, for as much as I will be homeless, I will have more home than I had before.

Think about it. Yesterday I had a empty, overly large apartment. A relic of a bygone commitment. I ate, slept, worked, and cleaned alone. Its kind of like I rented my loneliness.

Tomorrow, my home is increased a hundred fold. The love of friends and family has been led to an outpouring of support. At least a dozen offers of a couch, bed, or a warm place to eat ranging from "When you need it," to "For no reason at all." And that's just the houses. My new home: God's creation. It's an odd bit of prophecy, the fact that I have always called those mountains my mountains. At first I thought perhaps I was destined to run over them. As fate would have it, rather, they are to be my home.

Home. That word is going to have a slippery definition in the days to come.