Could you just up and move?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

I don't think I can do another cross country move right now. I think I might go halfway. I don't handle high elevation too well. Maybe I'll get used to it.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

I might move to Laramie to take advantage of the low taxes and cheap cost of living, and tell people I live in Colorado with the cool people.

[daft twat]

I might move to Laramie to take advantage of the low taxes and cheap cost of living, and tell people I live in Colorado with the cool people.

Where have you already lived?

[washing machine]

San Antonio is truly underrated Texas city.

[BurtReynolds]

I might move to Laramie to take advantage of the low taxes and cheap cost of living, and tell people I live in Colorado with the cool people.

Where have you already lived?

Various southeastern states, Texas, California, Washington... Chicago briefly.

[spike]

I might move to Laramie to take advantage of the low taxes and cheap cost of living, and tell people I live in Colorado with the cool people.

Where have you already lived?

Various southeastern states, Texas, California, Washington... Chicago briefly.

when was chicago and which neighborhood?

[Higgs]

We picked up and moved 2,500kms away from our childhood home when we were early 20's. That was exciting and kinda easy though as we had no kids and nothing tying us there. 21 years later we moved back, but this time with all the baggage of having high school kids at that stage.

Here we are 7 years later and I am itching to go again. This time I just want some land down south, let's say 10 acres or so. A lot on the outskirts of Bridgetown or Nannup would do - 200kms away from the city but close enough to smaller centres and the beach and the forrests. Some space around me to breathe, a roof over my head and a house to keep me warm, perhaps a few ducks and otherwise just us two. Yeah, I'm fully down with that.

I want the world to slow down and pretty much leave me alone for a while.

I was looking at this place recently - something like this would be perfect. Higg's Future Property

[spike]

world leave you alone? that's a party pad, my man.

[LetMeSleep]

Just imagine cleaning out those spa pipes...

[LetMeSleep]

If you can do it, why not. Maybe keep a 2 bed apartment in Freo?

[BurtReynolds]

I might move to Laramie to take advantage of the low taxes and cheap cost of living, and tell people I live in Colorado with the cool people.

Where have you already lived?

Various southeastern states, Texas, California, Washington... Chicago briefly.

when was chicago and which neighborhood?

About 15 years ago. Like, northwest somewhere?

[BurtReynolds]

San Antonio is truly underrated Texas city.

Might go there next week.

[washing machine]

San Antonio is mostly a great city because the food there is good but nobody really makes a big deal about it.

I hope you eat well, burt.

[Mickey]

Gonna be moving somewhere next summer, with any luck

[Bammer]

Gonna be moving somewhere next summer, with any luck

Better hope your buyer waives inspection

[Higgs]

world leave you alone? that's a party pad, my man.

Gotta be ready for the future grandkids if we get any! But everyone else can fuck right off.

Just imagine cleaning out those spa pipes...

Just imagine getting them dirty...

If you can do it, why not. Maybe keep a 2 bed apartment in Freo?

Just a pipe dream for now. We are in this place for a 5 more year minimum deal. Lets see what happens after that though.

If we do come into some cash dollars though I am 100% looking for a place with space away from the rat race.

[Mickey]

Gonna be moving somewhere next summer, with any luck

Better hope your buyer waives inspection

My house is 100% going to be bought in cash by an investment firm, thank you very much.

[Malloy]

who could abandon the blue afternoons of chicago in late september