It seemed that a lot of people at church were confused by my presence. Some wondered if I'd been here since they last saw me which would mean that my trip was quickly approaching the three week mark. Some, who hadn't seen me two weeks ago but knew I was coming asked if I'd changed my travel plans. Others just looked at me with puzzled expressions. I fought the urge to tell them, with a straight face, that I decided my love for California is just so intense that I am going to live here and visit Troy on occasion, instead of the other way around.
I didn't say that though. I just explained that my Grandma had poor timing.
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