Por qué no - my first 2 weeks in Brevard...
The point of me living in Brevard is to see if it can be "my place" (or one, of many, "my place(s)").
TL;DR - Brevard has legitimately not given me a single reason to say "no" to living here full time - and I find that surprising.
I have a tendency to have a glass half-empty outlook on things. I look at doing something, then figure out all the things that can (or may) go wrong. And it's not because I am inherently negative, it's so I can identify risk and mitigate the risk. It's what I have done for 2 decades at work and I enjoy it. It now feels intrinsic - which... is unfortunate. This trait has served me well at work (like being part of the team who design and implement the systems that keeps planes from "bumping in to each other in mid-air" - 1.73 million people / day probably appreciate my diligence). Anyhow, I have digressed, but the points I have raised are important to this story.
I have now lived in Brevard for 12 days - 3 of which I were spent in upstate NY for a customer. Travel in/out of Brevard via Asheville Airport (AVL) has been a non-issue. The airport has 6 (or 8) terminals... constantly smells like Cinnabon... and you sometimes have to walk on the tarmac boarding or deplaning. I mean.. it's pretty rad. This week I had realized that I was renting a car in NY and driving there this time of year has some brutal sunlight. At that point I also realized I forgot my sunglasses (because my friend Bessie distracted me with a text as I was parking my truck at the airport).
Me (to Bessie): "Jesus said he loves me, but I worry about the age gap."
Bessie: "God said he loves me he is about 4000 years older than Jesus"
You can see how that was a distracting exchange. So, I had to go all the way back to my truck for my sunglasses. 10 minutes later I was sitting in the same place, but now with my sunglasses. Seriously.
It would be interesting enough (to me) if I simply was not exposed to anything that would deter me from wanting to live here. More interesting is every person I seem to encounter and talk to about moving here reinforces the feeling that Brevard is the right place.
The ONLY thing that makes me consider not living here, is missing out on some other place (and there are ways around that). FOMO is real. That will be a separate post as I work through my decision and the deciding factors.
TL;DR - Brevard has legitimately not given me a single reason to say "no" to living here full time - and I find that surprising.
I have a tendency to have a glass half-empty outlook on things. I look at doing something, then figure out all the things that can (or may) go wrong. And it's not because I am inherently negative, it's so I can identify risk and mitigate the risk. It's what I have done for 2 decades at work and I enjoy it. It now feels intrinsic - which... is unfortunate. This trait has served me well at work (like being part of the team who design and implement the systems that keeps planes from "bumping in to each other in mid-air" - 1.73 million people / day probably appreciate my diligence). Anyhow, I have digressed, but the points I have raised are important to this story.
I have now lived in Brevard for 12 days - 3 of which I were spent in upstate NY for a customer. Travel in/out of Brevard via Asheville Airport (AVL) has been a non-issue. The airport has 6 (or 8) terminals... constantly smells like Cinnabon... and you sometimes have to walk on the tarmac boarding or deplaning. I mean.. it's pretty rad. This week I had realized that I was renting a car in NY and driving there this time of year has some brutal sunlight. At that point I also realized I forgot my sunglasses (because my friend Bessie distracted me with a text as I was parking my truck at the airport).
Me (to Bessie): "Jesus said he loves me, but I worry about the age gap."
Bessie: "God said he loves me he is about 4000 years older than Jesus"
You can see how that was a distracting exchange. So, I had to go all the way back to my truck for my sunglasses. 10 minutes later I was sitting in the same place, but now with my sunglasses. Seriously.
It would be interesting enough (to me) if I simply was not exposed to anything that would deter me from wanting to live here. More interesting is every person I seem to encounter and talk to about moving here reinforces the feeling that Brevard is the right place.
The ONLY thing that makes me consider not living here, is missing out on some other place (and there are ways around that). FOMO is real. That will be a separate post as I work through my decision and the deciding factors.
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