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So I'm headed off to close on our new house in Asheville tomorrow. And then I come home and start packing up all the stuff in this one, and then we paint this one and try to sell it. Bill does come back to help in mid-November, and it could be that I won't have it all done by then (you think?)

In many ways, I'm happy about this move--I'm tired of living alone or having Bill complain about living here, and I'm excited about meeting new people and doing new things.

But I've lived in this house for 21 years, and in this city much, much longer than that. It's a big change. It's going to be strange culturally--the mountains are really different from this part of the world. Asheville's a smaller town, but in some ways more cosmopolitan--attracts a lot of artists, craftspeople, etc., and that's what we like about it--that and the beautiful mountains. It's just that I'm so used to knowing everyone here...

Be prepared to hear me whine a bit, over the next few months, when the mountains are really cold and we haven't figured out the ways to keep that house warm.

But tomorrow the leaves should be glorious, and I think I'll be very happy to sign those papers.