The Return

In all good mythical tales the hero always returns home. The Odyssey that was Steve's journey has been but to a halt. A "false start," the PBO family calls it. As of today, Wednesday, Steve will be returning home.

What? Why? How? Well, seeing as the swirling, twirling, whirling dances my belly seems to be making these days, I don't have much creatively or energy for long expletives. The O2 that normally fills my brain seems to have headed south to more important creation endeavors. This week the creative explosion in my belly goes from the size of a lentil bean to a chick pea by weeks end. That's a lot of work, my friends!

Anyway, with baby Voller on the way and the house still not sold there came two simple realizations:

A: We can't afford 2 house payments.
B: We can't be apart during this pregnancy waiting for the house to sell.
(c. And a small side note, j couldn't stay with our friends, seeing as construction zones are not good for a pregnant woman to be around - very sad indeed. I was looking forward to getting a hammer in hand!)

So, Steve made the gallant, manly and tender decision to be with wife and her dancing belly until they could figure out what exactly the right decision is in a case like this one.

So with a dichotomy of much sadness and much happiness, Steve leaves Pittsboro. Steve really did love his job and the potential that it offered. He loved being outside for his work. He loved the learning process, his favorites being waste diversion, vermiculture, composting and of course, the farm piece. He mostly loved all of the people of Pittsboro. It's the kind of place that everyone waves to each other. The kind of place that sees rain for 2 days and wonders when their signature sun will return. The kind of place that supports local business. A real gem.

But lucky me, he loves me more than any career and is happy to return to be with me, our elle dog, and now the new member that's a brewin'. Plus, talking on cell phones is never great for getting important decisions made. It will be a blessing just to see his face over a nice dinner that I may, or may not be able to stomach.

We certainly did not plan to get pregnant right now. But alas, plans are never really our own anyway it seems. The Universe, or God, or Nature definitely has a sense of humor. Regardless, we are so excited!

We don't know if Steve's return is for good, temporary until the house situation gets figured out, or until baby Voller graces us with his/her presence, but we are at least together, and that, my friends, is how it should be. Anyone who has spent any time with the two of us knows the truth of that statement.

Until next time, my faithful readers, when the Voller Saga Continues...