Hello, Asheville

For nearly seven years, I was a happy resident of Brooklyn, New York. I had great friends, an enviable job, and a nice apartment. But I wasn't happy.

I still love Brooklyn, but it just didn't feel right for me anymore. I thought about moving for several years, and then things started to fall together in that the-universe-is-trying-to-tell-me-something kind of way.

When the universe spoke, it said Asheville, North Carolina.



Photo by Evolver Asheville

There were a billion reasons to move here: closer to my family in Kentucky, tons of artists and musicians, awesome food scene, most beer breweries per capita of any U.S. city, warmer temperatures, bike-friendly -- the list goes on.

My new apartment is a mansion compared to my old place, and I'm still trying to figure out what to do with all this space -- not to mention how to use things deemed luxurious in New York, like the dishwasher and the garbage disposal. There's also a pool right outside my door, and I'm willing to bet there aren't any dirty diapers floating in it.

The best part is that my job will be all crafts all the time. I've gone freelance, and some really great crafty projects are on the horizon. I can't wait to tell you about them as they all unfold. Asheville is a seriously crafty town (one of the reasons I moved here), so I'm sure there will be a lot to share.

Oh, and I have a craft room now. Did I mention that? A craft room. Stay tuned.

For now, can you show me how to parallel park? I forgot how.