Thursday, December 11, 2014

From the Sunbelt to the Rainbelt

  We moved from Arizona to Washington State early in December. Most of the moving trucks on the road were headed in the other direction, toward the sunny southwest. To avoid snowy mountain passes, we drove straight to southern California and then north toward Washington. A major rainstorm had just blown in and we hit it outside of LA. The deluge continued for the entire trip north. From the very beginning of our relationship, Katie and I have known that we were Nomadic. In the 1970s, when we first got together and were working at a Burrito booth at the Saturday market in Eugene, Oregon, we seriously considered buying a bus, converting it into an RV and spending our lives together traveling around the country. Instead we rented a cabin in the woods. 002We probably should have bought the bus, because over the years, we have called twenty three different domiciles home. So five years in Green Valley, Arizona, in the same house, was a long time for us. To Roots people, our behavior is crazy. Only to other nomadic types does it make sense. Moving, to Nomads, is an exciting adventure, but to Roots people, it is a gigantic, nerve racking, pain in the ass from start to finish. To read my blog called Two Kinds of People click this link: Each time we move to a new house or area, there have been a number of negative things we are moving away from and positive things we are moving toward. Since we have moved from Washington to Arizona before and vice-versa, the negative and positive attributes get a little tricky. For example, at the top on our list for moving away from Arizona was the weather. But weather was also at the top of the list when we moved to Arizona from Washington. To Nomads everything is relative. We are escaping the hot, relentlessly intense sun and dryness and are returning to the refreshing, cool moist air. But when we were moved to Arizona, we were leaving the cold and damp weather of the northwest for the beautiful sunny days of the southwest. To Roots people we seem to be never satisfied with where we live, but to other Nomads, we are taking advantage of opportunities for change. And with each change we reinvent ourselves. Possessions cannot be clung to if you are a Nomad and this includes the home. One has to be willing to let go of things. Nomads realize that we are only passing through, nothing is really owned, only borrowed. This attitude makes change a lot easier. Nomads don’t actually need a “for and against” list, but it helps in order to explain to others why the move. For us it’s enough that we both felt ready for a change. There is always a honeymoon period with every move. It’s like any new relationship. We will enjoy eating at new restaurants, including several Thai. Frequenting the  bakeries and a bagel shop and browsing in the book stores. There is a large record store that specializes in vinyl records and a small movie theater that often has knowledgeable speakers introducing the films. I will enjoy sitting in one of many coffee shops and writing, which is what I’m doing now and generally getting to know our new home town. Perhaps Nomadic people like us could turn into Roots people, but I doubt it. So, for the time being you can find us in Port Townsend, Washington. Only time will tell how long until we pack up the caravan and move again, for all too soon the ride will be over. A few of the homes we lived in over the years:

 004 (2) This was the first house we purchased thanks to a VA Home Loan. It was in Bellingham, Washington and our son Ben was seven years old.

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From the sale of that house, we were able to purchase this one in Spokane, Wa. The street was lined with huge Sycamore trees and it was located between two beautiful parks. As you can garner from the picture, one of the reasons for leaving  was the harsh winters, too cold and too much snow.

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We rented this cabin in Prescott Arizona. It was perched on a hill above the town. The back was totally private and the bedroom had windows on three sides.003 (3)

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We always left a house in better shape than we found it. This is a before and after picture of a house we owned in Bellingham. Our friend Nancy told us that we are beautifying America one house at a time.


We insisted that the toilet be placed inside the house. We’re fussy about things like that.

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We fixed this house up in Port Angeles and enjoyed living in it for five years. As you can see we have a preference for small bungalows.


This is another house in Bellingham that needed a face lift.


Tired of fixing up houses, we lived in a Condo in Prescott for several years.


This two story tiny house with a separate Artist’s studio is our new home. Our living spaces are getting progressively
smaller now that we are retired. The nomadic life insures that one doesn’t accumulate too many possessions. Although after the experience of moving our stuff in and out of the moving truck, it still seems like we have way too much.