Today marks one year since I signed the papers and moved into my new home in Asheville. Home, not house. From the moment I moved in, this felt like home, like where I was supposed to be. I’m not sure how many hours I’ve spent on the front porch swing, listening to rain storms, watching lightning, reading the mail, chatting with neighbors, or simply being. I’ve explored a few mountain trails and made a few acquaintances who are now friends. I’ve eaten more fried chicken than I probably should have, and enjoyed the vinegary tang of NC barbecue once again. I’ve listened to some great local musicians and marched in protests. I’ve explored farmer’s markets and discovered the store I visit most is the local Ace Hardware, where the woman working the register greets me with puns on my purchases. I’ve hosted friends from CA, from NY, from GA, from FL, from other parts of NC, and have visited the Biltmore House so often that I can almost recite the audio tour verbatim. And I wouldn’t have changed a moment.
2 thoughts on “One Year!”
I’m so thrilled you are enjoying the house. I knew the moment I laid eyes on it in 1992 that it was the place for me and I have a feeling you did last year, too. It’s a great house!
(And from your other post, we apparently have a common love for pottery!)
Marian, as soon as I stepped on the porch, I felt like I was at home. It’s such a great, welcoming, warm house. Hope you are doing well!