This past weekend I spent a day and a half in Asheville and it was no where near enough. I arrived on Friday around three in the afternoon and headed home Saturday night around 9:30 and the entire drive home, I daydreamed of a day when maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have to leave.
My heart and my soul belong to the mountains, I’ve written of that before. I live for the crisp Fall days, the beautiful rolling hills, and the fresh snowfall in the Winter. The mountains may call my name, but Asheville in many ways calls me home.
The first time I ever visited Asheville was in the summer of 2012, and I knew this place was special. In Boone, where I went to college, it was very rural and very much a small town. Having grown up adjacent to Charlotte, city life was a far cry from what Boone was and I never really saw myself staying there to live. When I visited Asheville, I remember my jaw literally dropping when I realized that the city was both populated enough to be considered a city and it had the sprawling mountain views….