I don't know how, but they found me. Not the feds, and not the IRS. I wish. The local elders found me.
I was on my way to meet some people after work when my cell phone rings. It was a number I didn't recognize, but against my better judgment, I answered it. He tells me he's an elder from the local congregation. He says they have the CO and DO visiting this week, and that they were paying visits to some 'friends' in the area. He then proceeded to verify my address with me.(WTF? I'm going to kill the person who gave them my address and cell number) He tried to set up a time for a visit on Thanksgiving day, but I said I wouldn't be around. Then I lied and said I was working on Friday. He asks "What about Saturday, in the morning?" I said I didn't know what I had going on just yet. He asked if he could call back at another time to set something up. At this point I just want to get rid of him, so I said sure.
I'm not worried about him calling back, as I now know better than to answer the phone when I don't recognize the number. What's bothering me is that they now know where I live, and can just drop by anytime. I haven't heard from a JW in the two plus years I've been at this address. It was a nice ride while it lasted. I can put them off for a while, I suppose. But I'm going to have to deal with the inevitable and face them at some point. If it wasn't for the family I still had in, I would just tell them to piss off. This happened in the last territory I lived in, as well. I guess there is no graceful way to leave.