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To Commit

4/25/2022

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It is interesting that at the time I let the turtles go it was a symbol of committing to a life where I didn't put down any roots. Well... of course even just a year later I was trying to do that exact thing in Palmer, AK. It has always been a challenge for me to commit to not committing. Ultimately, I wasn't able to settle in Alaska. I came back to Washington and started building a tiny house. I took a short break from that to go to Idaho and eventually meet and marry my husband. We finished the tiny house, had a kid, bought a normal house, had another kid, and sold the tiny house. I've even now been in the same job for almost 8 years! I still struggle with the question "to commit or not to commit?" when it comes to our home. I can't see ever leaving... but I also can't see living in the same place for the rest of my life.
Originally Posted April 25, 2007

​ Grand Ridge - 57.21 miles

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I let Claudia and Snowball go. They are in a better place now. Claudia quickly scooted away, but Snowball lingered for a moment. They probably would have just gone the way of my gold fish and my hamster, Sherman. I too would have tired of the turtles.
Uncle Billy's Restaurant proved to have a tasty Billy burger, smooth banana pudding, and classic sweet tea.
I was stopped, taking pictures of lichen on a fence, and the owner drove up wondering what I was doing taking pictures of his property. He seemed to think I was crazy when I told him what I was photographing.
Stopping in Grand Ridge at Providence Baptist Church for the night, I found the youth and music ministers preparing for youth service. There was much conversation and it turned to my tan. I raised up my shorts a smidgen to reveal the dramatic line while accidentally revealing my bite/wound. I explained, but John Micheal quipped, "It looks more like a bullet hole." Maybe I'll tell people that when they are telling me about crazy people. Sherlinda offered me a bed so I went to the music practice to tell the folks that helped me earlier where I ended up. The minister at the piano must not have heard me because he stood up to block my exit. Only after explaining that I was leaving because the woman who was very excited to hear she would be a grandmother was putting me up, did he let me pass.
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