I’ve never had a strong sense of resonance with Charlotte, despite how long I’ve lived here. There was never a feeling of recognition with this place; I moved here all those years ago after a “choose a NC city and go there” game. Moving here was random, not the result of some intense attraction or calling. I love the life I’ve created here and now the Charlotte area is very familiar.
The experience of being in Asheville was the opposite. From the beginning, I felt a very strong sense of connection and resonance. A feeling of: “Oh, there you are. I’ve been waiting for you.” The same feeling I’ve had when meeting the closest people in my life; recognition at a soul rather than logical level.
Asheville feels like home to me. And it is totally crazy that I just now began spending time there. Also ironic that nearly fourteen years ago I got married on a beach; I am really not a beach girl…but I am a mountains girl.
The entire Asheville area feels intensely familiar, as though it’s just been waiting all this time for me to discover it. I feel a sense of depth and resonance that is hard to put into words…but that is undeniable.
Not that I have any desire to live in Asheville; I don’t. But I can’t deny that there is something about that location that has a very strong magnetic pull on me to spend more time there. It felt restorative and healing, even though I didn’t do a ton of exploring.
The mountains of North Carolina have been beckoning to me for quite a while, and even I cannot deny that it very much feels like home to me. For whatever reason, I have a very strong connection with that area; I’ll certainly be spending more time there.
I don’t really find this recognition surprising, it’s more of an awareness and willingness to witness something I already knew on some level.
Driving in the mountains was interesting, given my intense fear of heights. While driving around the roads in that area, I was reminded of the roads where I learned to drive; narrow and winding. It’s been quite a while, but they also felt familiar to me.
New Orleans and Asheville could not be more different, and how interesting that they were my first travel destinations of 2020. New Orleans felt fun; Asheville felt like home.
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