Time to move on
Time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
Under my feet, baby
Grass is growing
Yeah, it’s time to move on
It’s time to get going.
-Tom Petty
Iris gives the particulars.
You know that feeling when you haven’t run for a while? You know, that restless gotta go gotta go? We’ve been feeling that lately. So we googled “perfect weather beautiful environment where Josh and Iris should live next” and the results page was filled with urls to Port Angeles, WA.
North Carolina has been very good to us. It didn’t have to be. Here we are, a couple of Yankees, running around in goofy running togs. In my case, togs of insufficient coverage of my blindingly white thighs and bare feet. On various barefoot running forums you’ll find threads detailing episodes of hostility directed at the unshod. Not me. No, my Cackalacky (and Virginian) neighbors accepted my exposed toes with varying degrees of amusement and approval. Even the people who thought I was nuts were very friendly about it.
Well, except for one person. Early on in my barefootery I would cross paths with an elderly lady on her walk. She had a long mane of hair, thick make-up (bright red lipstick!), and thicker-soled shoes. She would yell at me sometimes. Unfortunately she passed away before I had a chance to win her over. I was sad to learn that she was gone.
Our new home will feature mountains, rain forest, and ocean. There will be orcas, elk, and saw whet owls.
I know, right?
We don’t have a target date; we just plan to move when the house sells. We could remain in NC for a while, and that’s ok, but it’s a little weird. This is the first house we’ve owned, therefore the first time selling on of the things. When you rent, you give your notice and you’re gone. That’s what we’re used to. Anyway, want to buy a nice 3&2 with a great backyard?
Dog does not convey.
So that’s that. Tomorrow is the PTI 5K on the Runway. That’s where I raced under nineteen minutes for the first time. Tomorrow will be under eighteen. I think. Not by much, certainly. I’ll let you know how it goes.
This was also my last race in long shorts.
photo by our most excellent friend Shannon Johnstone, wife of nemesis and all-round evil doer ac, a pair we’re going to miss terribly when we move.
Aw. You’re going to make me tear up.
We’ll come visit you out there. Shannon and I have decided to take 3 trips to scout out our potential “Paradise Falls”, and that’ll be one of them.
Have fun out at PTI. Sub 18 should no problem in shorty shorts. Unfortunately we signed up for Running of the Bulls 8k before we realized it was the same day as PTI.
Oh, and by the way, I am only an partial evil doer, though I am hoping for a promotion soon.
Well, I’ve said it before, but NC will be a poorer place without you and Iris. But Port Angeles seems like a really cool place to live, so I can’t fault you. I’m looking forward to the awesome blog reports for all the trail races they have out there.
Best of luck at the PTI 5K!
Oh, and don’t believe AC. Claiming to be a partial evil doer is just what an all-around evil doer would do.
Well, as I’m some stranger, this move means nothing to me, unless your site is moving with you. A big change every now and again is good for the soul, new discoveries to spice up your life. Good luck to you both with selling your house and finding a new place. I just bought one in Tenn and it seems the market is getting better for sellers. My agent had two closings in the same day. Your backyard appears to be a big selling point. Oh, what are you doing with the chickens?
I wouldn’t call you a stranger. Strange, certainly.
Hopefully the buyers will want the chickens. If not, they’ll meet their fate on craigslist.
How exciting. I hardly see you as it is but I already miss you reading this. You have to promise I can come visit you when you move.
Your backyard is spectacular.
Good luck in the race…I see an 18 in your future.
Something to look for when you get out here: http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2018326448_apwababyorca1stld.html
So damn sad to hear you are leaving. We are going to have to follow you…