Green, green, and more green! That’s all I could see surrounding me. Every breath I took was crisp and fresh. The sky was clear, the mountains gleaming. I was in a whole new world, one I could never prepare for even if I tried, which I didn’t. I realized quickly after landing in Asheville I did no research. I trusted my man, so why would I? I was in a whole new place across the country and I knew nothing about it. Not even how to get to my new coffee shop job. I was so lost and even though I held my head up high I was scared. It’s not that I didn’t trust him because I did completely, but to say I wasn’t frightened would be a lie. So many questions filled my head. What if I couldn’t get along with my new coworkers? What if my car doesn’t get here in time? What if it never gets here? I was terrified. I was on my own for the first time, thousands of miles away from anyone I knew besides him.
None of it could ruin my spirits though. I held my head up as high as Mt. Pisgah and I persevered. I called the sketchy place carrying my car every other day to find out how long until I had my girl. I Ubered to my new coffee shop to introduce myself right away, even though I didn’t start for two weeks. Once my car arrived, I filled her up with gas, got her washed and I was off. I drove everywhere I could, aimlessly. I had to find my way around and learn the new roads I’d drive every day. I changed my bank address right away. I switched my driver license over and registered to vote the same day. I picked up every shift I could at work so my boss would love me; I did it all. Anything I could do to fit in. Whenever we could afford it, we would try a new restaurant so I knew the spots I’d love, and the spots I’d hate. I made sure to know most of the ins and outs of Asheville.
My mother wasn’t the most supportive once I arrived. We were still fighting but things were looking up. Our relationship slowly started to heal as soon as I left, but not just with her, with everyone in my family. I was working on my relationships with everyone, on my own as an adult. I made it a point to call my aunts on my mother’s side and my grandpa at least once a week. I also made sure to call my mom and grandma once a day. My grandmother was a lovely woman who stayed in Texas all her life. She was my rock. Always had my side when my mom and I would fight, or my aunts would pick on me. She was a huge reason I was able to do it, although she didn’t help me financially or physically, her being there when I called was how I got through the day. She wasn’t in the best health in the later years of her life. Her diabetes was skyrocketing and she had some heart issues, which lead to a pretty bad stroke. However, she would still send me cards ever other week even though her handwriting wasn’t ever the same after the accident. But the effort she put in to make me smile while I read it made the whole world spin for me. I was so blessed to have such a strong woman in my life during this transition. And a hard transition it was.
We were living alone for the first time in a house, which I never had. Every creek, every car that went by at night, and ever dog bark shook me to the core. I was so scared even though I knew I was safe. I felt alone some nights. He was always there if I needed to cry but sometimes it wasn’t enough. It’s not that I missed California because I didn’t. at all. I guess I just missed the convenience of knowing my way around and the people I would encounter. However, things were looking up for me.
My coworkers fell in love with me right away. They all took car of me, like one big family. Not to mention my job was on a major connecting road, so I learned my way around rather quickly. I was able to figure out everything I needed without having to go too far out of my way for anything. Besides that, the food was absolutely to die for. Everything I ate melted in my mouth. The nature that surrounded us was also breath taking. I fell in love with Asheville the moment I landed and although we faced some serious ups and downs, we made it work for our future.