We arrived in Asheville late Wednesday afternoon. The heavy air and thunderstorms greeted us. The house was not in as good of shape as we had hoped. It was built in 1928 after all 🙂
It is so nice to be back in Asheville. A rebel town filled with yoga, plant based options, beer brewed with fresh Appalachian water, and male nuns on double decker bikes rolling through downtown. Not to mention all the friendly people. Our neighbors have already come over and offered to help in any way they can. Michael’s good friends that live only a mile from us have already had us for dinner and their children even preformed a dance from the Nutcracker.
We’ve also been taking time to catch up with Michael’s family. It’s hard to not feel at home here. Michael’s 88 year old father told me yesterday he wants me to help with the pool. For those of you who haven’t heard about the Long family pool sagas, that pool is Michael’s dads pride and joy. He will spend hours and days picking leaves out of the pool and talking about the different levels of water clarity. So I guess there is no higher honor to be bestowed to a daughter-in-law than to help learn Michael’s dads second career, pool maintenance. I am so blessed 🙂
Here are some of the cool things going on here: