I'm spending Thanksgiving with Megan, and we are sharing a bottle of Prosecco; judge me if you want but it's easier to blog about this after a glass of wine.
It's been nine weeks and not much has changed for us. No water, no power, no bridge, and everything is covered in mud. The roads around us are being fixed, and I finally braved the mile drive to the end of Flat Creek, where the mud slides hit. My mouth went metallic, and I felt gut punched as my brain tried to make sense of what I was seeing; guttural sobs escaping from deep inside me. No wonder the rescuers were surprised when they found us alive. Entire chunks of the mountains are gone, the people I saw and waved to on a daily basis, washed through our yard. I haven't taken many photos, other than our property, it's all too much. Victor and I have both decided not to drive down Flat Creek Road again.
I still don't know what the future holds. We've done a couple of Tailgate markets, selling the cheese from the cave; the markets and the connections with the people are the high point of my week. For the past month and a half, Victor and I have been staying in a friends' pool cabana, they've been so generous, but I feel it's time to move on. I've been considering renting a place in town. I realize I'm a city person. I need to be able to walk where I want to go, and I love meeting and talking to people. And once again I need to find a way to make money.
I did make it to Florida for a week. I went trick or treating with the grandchildren, sat in on a class that Jessica taught, took photos of Addison and Kat before the homecoming dance... all the normal and wonderful things life is made up of. All in all, life is good, just uncertain, but I've been there before. I'm so grateful for my friends, and the support they have given, for my family, who are always there for me, and my community; Asheville is still a wonderful place to be.
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