The Interim

This summer has been nothing like I expected it to be. I mean absolutely nothing like I thought it'd be if you were to have asked me in, oh, March. Everything I thought I'd be doing I haven't done and things I couldn't have imagined having are here. There's a sense of profound loss in the midst of shivering promise. It's been a time of quite a few highs and its own share of lows. I note this only because it seems very little falls between those categories this summer; apparently there is no middle ground here. I can't express how much richer and better my life is since the huge schism and shift of late May. Who knew really. In two short months everything since then has changed—friendships, relationships, future plans and dreams, priorities, free time, heck, even hair—and not only changed but have done so radically. I've definitely checked out from much of my pre-May life and for good reason. In all the kinesthesis of these past two months the movements have been decidedly away from that moment rather than around or toward. I don't intend that to be negative, it's surprising to me, that's all. I'm so thankful to be done with much and excited to see if this brave new path continues to impress and inspire. And daily Asheville becomes more and more my home. I know this is where I'm supposed to be. It's the first time I've moved somewhere without a sense of a definitive end date. Roots are going down tentatively. I'm here and I'm here til...

And with many, many good reasons to stay.

I'm blessed.