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Unpacked…but Not Settled

L to R (clockwise): Our living room at the mill; NH farmstand dinner; today’s delivery=tonight’s homework; and our first apartment rainbow (as seen from the bedroom window)!

So we’ve been in our new apartment for exactly two weeks, and we’ve been going a bit nuts.  In fact, we may have each lost our minds completely at one point or another.  But we’re slowly reclaiming them, and along the way, claiming this space—and this life—as our own.  We’ve unpacked, organized, purchased, assembled, recycled, and figured out exactly where everything will live here.  Our new apartment is less than half of the size of the house we sold in May, and it’s the perfect size…perhaps even a little too big, if I dare say that.  But it’s home.  It’s also a bit loud (an adjustment to communal living in an old building) and quite scenic (the river and myriad sea birds are right outside our windows).  We walk out our front door and cross the street to our favorite coffee shop and breakfast café.  We’ve returned to our favorite New Hampshire farmstands at peak season for zucchini and cabbage and peppers.  And although we last lived in this town just a few months ago (and for years before that), our time on the road has given us new perspective on things.  Our standard running routes, which we tirelessly and willingly logged hundreds of miles on from the old house, now seem like new roads we’ve never run before since we’re approaching them from a different direction.  We are having trouble finding a groove.  Last weekend, we ran in a 5K race here in town and both posted PR times (personal records, or the best time we’ve each run in a race of that distance).  And then today, I went out for a routine 4-miler, while M set out on his longest run to date, a (crazy hilly lousy) 17-miler.  But there were no PR’s today; we both came up a bit short on both speed and distance.  I think part of it was the weather—hot and humid and stormy–but part of it was also our mental state.  Neither of us is centered.  We’re off.  We are unpacked, but we are not settled.  We’re antsy.  We miss the road.  We’re not cut out for settling down.  Or so I think. And then things happen to make me wonder if I should take a deep breath and (ugh!) settle down for a while.  After we returned home from our runs and rehydrated and showered, it started to downpour, and my first mill rainbow appeared across the river.  And then we walked upstairs and across the bridge to a fantastic new restaurant in our complex where we ate local brie cheese and beet salad and a smoked cheddar and butternut squash panini that were perfectly paired with a few local beers on tap.  When we arrived back at our apartment, there was a package waiting by the front door: a new reflective running vest (so we each have one for the Reach The Beach NH relay event we just signed up for…) and a textbook we ordered online yesterday: Essentials of Personal Training, 2nd Edition.  We both recently started studying to become personal trainers, part of a career switch and grander plan still in the early stages of formation.  But even with that direction, we’re not settled.  We leave next week for another stint on the road, two weeks across Michigan and the Midwest, visiting friends and checking out graduate schools.  At this point, we are exploring our options.  We have no idea what we’ll be doing in a year, and we’re not in a rush to figure it out.  But we are on a mission, because if we don’t keep moving, we just might go insane.  –J

Apparently We’re Too Busy Living to Blog

L to R: Logging foot miles in Prague, logging train miles across Europe, and waiting patiently in our hotel room tonight, our last night of homeless wandering.

Greetings from…New Hampshire!  We last posted from Prague more than three weeks ago.  So what have we been up to since then?  Everything except blogging, it seems.  We’ve continued to wander and travel, both internationally and domestically.  We’ve attended weddings and birthday parties, dance recitals and backyard barbecues.  We’ve hosted out-of-town relatives (a challenge when homeless…) and danced the night away at concerts in the city and to sounds by the sea.

All of that brings us to tonight, the last night of this month.  It’s also our last night of voluntary homelessness and our last night on the road for a while.  Tomorrow morning we will pick up the keys to our new apartment.  Construction is complete, and the crew is putting the finishing touches on the newly renovated textile mill along the river that runs through our town.  We will be the first ones to live in the space, and we’re looking forward to making it our own.

Several people have asked me, “Now that you’re not working, what do you do all day?”  I used to try to explain how I spent my time, as if what I was doing outside of a corporate workplace had to be justified.  I have realized over the past several months that there are so many things wrong with the question, and I rarely attempt to answer it anymore.  But tonight, in reflecting on why we haven’t posted in weeks, I took stock of what I’ve been doing with my time this month, and by extension, my life.  The answer is quite simple: I live…as fully and authentically as I can each day.  I run, I hike, and I travel.  I spend time with family and friends and strangers.  I cook them dinner, babysit their kids, and help them move.  I attempt to speak foreign languages and eat spicy foods and finish ice cream cones before they melt.  I read books that make me laugh and watch movies that make me cry.  I manage my finances, plan our meals, and research topics that interest me.  I plot and scheme and daydream about my next gig.  I take pictures, paint, write, and create.  I eat and I drink and I breathe.  I live deeply, sucking the marrow out of life.  And since I’m wired to be analytical, I count things…

In the month of July alone, we logged nearly 5,000 miles by air, 1,000 miles by train, 2,300 miles on the road, and 200 miles on foot.  We spent at least one night in 14 different cities across 3 countries and 4 different U.S. states.  That brings our tally for the past three months of wandering to 26 cities in 3 countries and 10 states.  We’ve spent nights in the homes of family and friends, in hotels and hostels, and at B&Bs and campgrounds.  We’ve milked the hotel points we earned during years of business travel, and we’ve mastered the perks of our rewards credit cards and travel-related loyalty programs.  The longest stretch in any one place was 13 nights at a friend’s house in Virginia.  The shortest—a simple one-night stay—happened in many places…11 to be exact.  Everywhere else fell somewhere in between.

After all that travel, beginning tomorrow night, we will again have a place to call our own.  And we plan to spend at least a few nights there before we hit the road for our next adventure… -J

Putting Charlottesville to the Test

We started our day today just outside of Charlottesville, VA (C’Ville) at Thomas Jefferson’s famous home, Monticello.  The rain held off as we walked through the gardens and took in the view.  As we toured the home itself, the place that Jefferson loved more than any other, a quote from Jefferson about his home struck me.  “I am as happy nowhere else and in no other society, and all my wishes end, where I hope my days will end, at Monticello.”  This is how I want to feel about the place that I live, at least most of the time.  It should be enriching and inspiring, while providing a venue for both the social and recreational activities I enjoy.  I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

Scenes from Monticello (L to R): J in the Garden Pavilion, extensive vegetable gardens, the main house, gravestones with a story and a view

In addition to exploring ourselves, the United States and the National Parks, one goal of our road trips has been to seek out places that we someday may want to live. Each new city or town we enter goes through a review process either openly or in our minds.  All locations are ultimately compared to the New Hampshire Seacoast.  Why the Seacoast?  Aside from it being our current home and a familiar place, it has several characteristics that we look for in a home base:  Not too crowded and not too rural (our ideal is somewhere between 8,000 and 100,000 people), great places too run (long roads with low traffic, low risk of crime, beaches and/or bike trails), an arts/music/literary scene, and a downtown with quality independent restaurants and coffee shops.  Our current hometown has most of these characteristics, but given our recent freedom, we enjoy entertaining the idea of moving to new places.

One mistake we’ve made during our travels is to build up new places in our minds before actually visiting them.  No town is perfect, and unrealistic expectations can ruin a place before even getting there.  The first example of this for us was Portland, Oregon.  We had built Portland up to be the ideal place to live: progressive, artsy, West Coast (sort of)…it sounded perfect.  When we arrived in Portland, it was raining, gray, cold, filled with homeless people and nothing like the place we wanted it to be. Although we eventually grew to like Portland, we were disappointed by its inability to live up to our escapist/utopian expectations.  It’s easy to overlook the flaws in one’s hometown.  They are familiar, which by nature makes them less threatening.  The flaws in a new place stand out, especially when you haven’t imagined there would be any.

Before we came to Virginia, a friend recommended that we check out Charlottesville, home to the University of Virginia.  “You’ll like it,” she assured us.  We asked our host, B, about it, and he concurred, mentioning the pedestrian mall, Friday night live music, yummy pizza, etc. as highlights.  Despite the threat of severe storms, we left Monticello and continued to downtown C’ville, anxious to give it a look before we headed out of Virginia for a few more stops on this leg of our journey.

We started our visit with a walk hand-in-hand down the pedestrian mall, taking in the mix of independent and chain stores, shops and restaurants.  So far, so good.  We stopped at the most highly recommended pizza joint in town, Christian’s, for a slice and a local beer.  Lots of veggie options and definitely delicious!  We sat by the window and enjoyed our late lunch while watching the eclectic mix of passers-by:  business people, students, children, grandparents and homeless folks, and they all seemed right at home in this downtown center.  It’s a welcoming place. 

After lunch, we waited out a downpour in a used bookstore called Blue Whale Books.  We chatted with the cashier, a UVA poet, and picked up two used books for $2 (a biography of Rilke for J and an analysis comparing Jungian philosophy to Tibetan Buddhism for me).  We left the pedestrian mall and headed for a drive around the UVA campus where the academic buildings were right across the street from the coffee shops and pubs…my kind of town.

Snapshots of C’Ville (L to R): Orienting ourselves on Main Street, the rainy pedestrian mall, tasty pizza and beer, and the UVA campus

The final test for C’Ville, and any town, was the grocery store.  As vegetarians who do our best to cook and eat healthy, local, organic food whenever possible, the quality of the grocery store is a key factor in determining the livability of a city or town.  When it comes to grocery stores, a town with a Whole Foods is pretty much a sure thing.  With the exception of higher prices, Whole Foods is like a candy store for vegetarians.  It’s a place to buy the specialty items that most grocery stores don’t carry. Tack on a weekly supplemental trip to a regular grocery store for staples and a farmer’s market for seasonal items, and you’ve got everything you need.  The C’Ville Whole Foods was clean, bustling and close to downtown, rounding out the Words Per Gallon livability checklist.

So how did C’Ville stack up?  We could definitely see ourselves living there.  For now though, there are so many other towns to explore, more roads to run on and more National Parks to visit.  Plus, our new place on the Seacoast beckons; it will be ready later this summer.  Maybe we’ll move next year… -M

Spring Cleaning

It’s possible—strike that…it’s a fact—that being home is more frenzied than being on the road.  In the two weeks since we returned from Key West, we’ve had zero plans on exactly one day—and that one day was spent sorting through the contents of our kitchen cabinets.  In that same period of time, we’ve managed to put up just four blog posts.  Not because we haven’t had much to say, but because we’ve been distracted and exhausted.  So what’s been keeping us so busy?  Where to begin?  We’ve gone under agreement to sell our house, celebrated holidays and family birthdays, run a half marathon, babysat for my niece, gone to concerts, hung out with friends from near and far, played charity trivia, and found a new place to live.  The new place won’t be ready until July, so we’ve also been working out arrangements for two months of temporary living…which for us will be a combination of campgrounds, friends’ homes, and an occasional hotel.  Whatever isn’t going in our car for those two months is going in storage, so we’re spending a fair amount of time sorting through things and being tough about what we really need on a daily basis.  And if things don’t make that cut, we’re deciding whether they have a place in our lives at all.  It’s a good exercise to go through, and our test trip a few weeks ago helped clarify our requirements.  This time, we’ll be wandering for six additional weeks, but our gear requirements won’t be much different.  It’s easy to live simply when you’re simply living.  Although the simplification process might seem minimalist, we’re actually taking our own maximalist approach to life these days…in other words, attempting to maximize the utility and value and enjoyment from each object we retain.  That doesn’t always mean the smallest or cheapest items; on the contrary, it often means trading quality for quantity.  It also means being very thoughtful at the point of consumption (i.e., time of purchase) to ensure any new items won’t end up in a donation pile the next time we move.  It’s rather depressing to sort items for a garage sale and realize how many things should have never entered our lives in the first place…how many dishes or vases or electronics or souvenirs should have never been purchased.  And it’s not just the wasted money that’s depressing.  It’s the wasted materials and resources along the way.  No one needs those things, and certainly not that many things.  More often than not, things won’t make you happy.  They’ll suffocate you and depress you and clog your closets and drain your bank accounts.  If you haven’t already done so, stop watching commercials on TV, stop looking through catalogs, and stop buying things you don’t need.  You’ll be happier and better off for it, and you’ll have fewer things to sort through next time you move. -J