dreams of asheville

Earlier this week I mentioned a mystery city we are thinking of moving to, probably in a year or two, depending on when we can sell our condo and when we conceive. That mystery city is Asheville, North Carolina. Hubby and I are thinking of moving to Asheville because it will be equidistant to our families’ homes in metro Atlanta and Raleigh, about three hours (give or take) to each. We both like Asheville, although I have only been once last year. We’ll see how it works out, but we are both pretty excited about the possibility and are busily dreaming away.

Asheville is artsy and generally liberal-ish (a plus to us), with cute shops, art galleries, and a coffee shop in an old double-decker bus. Although it’s in the western North Carolina mountains, Asheville has a more temperate climate than you may think (although undoubtedly we’d be purchasing some more sweaters and such.) We’d live at the foot of the Blue Ridge Parkway, where hubby could enjoy some of the best cycling in the country. Together we are imagining our house there, and wondering if we could find a four-bedroom home with character just right for us. We picture a home with a large yard, room for a garden, and a space for outdoor entertaining.  This morning we daydreamed about that backyard, about laying a stone patio, putting in a fire pit. I gushed about how I’ve always wanted a walkway through a garden, meandering past lush landscaping and ending, perhaps, at a bench beside a pond with a fountain.

There are lots of unique restaurants there, along with yoga and belly dance studios. Not only religion but also a wide variety of spiritual practices are an important part of the Asheville landscape, and we love the latter too. We’re going to North Carolina in June for a wedding, and we’ve decided to stop by Asheville the night before to do some scouting. Hubby has lived in Atlanta for about 10 years now, and I have lived here since I was two years old. I’m ready to move, and hubby is getting excited about the idea as well. I love a good adventure.

Me on another adventure

me on another adventure last year


the cat’s out of the bag

Hubby and I went to visit his side of the family for a long Mother’s Day weekend, which was great except I am now sick. I’m wondering if perhaps it’s from being in the airport and around all those people and germs. Usually we drive the six hours, and it was worth it to have the shorter trip, but I do have a tendency to get sick after plane trips. I’m starting to feel better, but the last couple days haven’t been too fun.

Other than that, the weekend was great. Hubby’s sister and her hubby have two kids, our nieces. One is eight and the other will be two in August. We hadn’t seen them since the winter holidays so that, of course, was wonderful. They’re the sweetest girls, and it’s so interesting in particular to see how much a baby/toddler changes in six months.

Now on to the important stuff, as in…why did I title this post “the cat’s out of the bag”?

Hmm, well, it’s probably pretty obvious. On Saturday afternoon (before all the adults were planning on going to dinner together — this included hubby’s sis, her hubby, and my in-laws) I asked hubby if it would be okay if we told them we are trying to conceive. We talked about it and decided to go for it.

Hubby made the announcement over chips and salsa — the big margarita in front of me quickly gave away the fact that we are still TRYING — and the family seemed very excited, although thrown for a bit of a loop. We had an awkward but laugh-filled toast to sex (in which I nervously blurted out that we weren’t trying to conceive — aka have sex — in their house, and his mom said she didn’t care; ahh, the things I say sometimes), and his mom quickly starting running through her immediate thoughts aloud. Things like, will we ever move from Atlanta (closer to them)? And…”well, I’ll keep the crib after the baby grows out of it for you guys to use next.”

I am happy to have finally shared the secret, although I do feel kind of feel silly, like we told them a non announcement, or an announcement about an announcement that may come should we be able to conceive. [scratches head] Might as well have said, “Hey, Mom and Dad — just wanted to let you know, your son is having unprotected sex with me!” Giggle.

I think we’ll tell my family now too, just because I don’t want anyone’s feelings hurt whenever/if ever we do become pregnant. If they find out the other side of the family knew we were trying while they were in the dark I think it could be kind of awkward. We’re going over to my parents’ house this weekend for my mom’s birthday, so I suppose it will be time for another non announcement then.



I feel a bit lonely starting a blog that for months or possibly more will be kept a secret from my family and friends. For a long time, I imagine, the only people who will read this will be my husband, myself, and strangers.

Why so secretive, you ask?

Well, our friends and family don’t know we’re trying to create a third member of our happy little family. Only my husband and I know that…and of course now you, my as-yet-faceless Internet friends.

My husband and I decided to keep this latest quest of ours a secret as we don’t want the pressure of expectation, the questions, or the advice. Most of all, the decision to grow our family (and my belly) was an intensely personal and spiritual one made between the two of us, so until there’s a little one inside me we are keeping this monumental decision to ourselves…ourselves and all of you out on the Internets, that is. One day, I hope, when our wish is a reality…then we will share this blog with our nearest and dearest. Will they feel betrayed? I hope not.

So if you have stumbled by and end up deciding to stay awhile, please comment anytime. It’ll make me feel less alone in my secret little blog world, seeking my spirit and seed.