The question that I am asked almost every day is… “Explain to me again why you are quitting a job you love, moving away from somewhere you’ve lived 16 years, and starting over.” The simple answer, which nearly no one can grasp, is that when I arrived in Asheville, a few years ago, it felt like home. Not the home I knew from childhood in southern California or the bustling country of Singapore where my second child was born, but a place that my soul instantly recognized as familiar, a place where my spirit whispered to me…this is it…this is where we belong.
The truth is that my heart knew in an instant, then my left brain took over and I started crunching the numbers and formulating strategies. I unfolded the tattered road map of Asheville that I had used while driving from Burnsville to Waynesville and pinned it to my office wall. I didn’t know how or when, but that was my intentional destination for the next phase of my life.
So often in life, I simply looked at the fork in the road and chose the path of least resistance. Or as awful as this sounds, sometimes I didn’t even notice there was a fork in the road…I trudged on in which ever way the wind blew because nothing was particularly wrong. This time, maybe I made the fork in the road, or you might say that I veered off the smooth and safe path. Whatever the case, the path ahead certainly is not clear, I will have to forge my way through uncharted territory. Do I have what it takes? Can I leave my family, friends and all that is familiar behind? Am I just crazy? Come along on my journey and let’s answer these questions and maybe the most important one…why Asheville?
Photo by Ken Lane (www.flickr.com/photos/kenlane)- I try to use my own photos when I can, like the cover image I took when I first got to town. But alas I am just an amateur. Thank Ken for showing us the true beauty of the city on a clear day.