On Starting Anew in Asheville
I’m writing this post from my brand new chair at my brand new desk. In my new office in my new home, in Asheville, NC.
It all feels a bit weird, but in an exciting kind of way, just as this entire move has felt.
When we told our friends and family that we were moving eight hours away, to a small city in the mountains of western North Carolina where we didn’t know anybody — and without one of the standard reasons, like a job, that generally causes a move — the responses varied pretty wildly.
Some people thought we were crazy. Some were sad (and of course, so were we to leave them).
But a few people told me how inspiring they thought it was that we would move so spontaneously, and not because we had to, but simple because we wanted to.
And that’s why I’m writing this post about our move, and about Asheville. Not just to explain our reasons for moving, but to (I hope) inspire others who feel stuck where they are but are afraid to make a change.
You’ll see that it’s not terribly far off topic for No Meat Athlete, either — as far as vegeterian- and vegan-friendliness goes, Asheville beats any other city I’ve ever visited.
