I rolled into Asheville, was feeling filled with dread. My wheels kept spinning backwards to the words we had said. I reached out to Lesa and Rich needing some place to rest my head. Luckily for me, they had a bed and it was comfy AF! Seriously, what kind of mattress was that? I want one.
I had just finished a road trip after a messy breakup. Spending the last few months driving around our amazing country and Canada’s amazing country, I needed to get back to work. My job at Ginger’s Revenge Brewery, one of the hottest new spots in town 🔥, was about to begin.
The only thing was I had no place to crash. I mean I had friends that would gladly offer a couch, god bless friends, but I wanted luxury after recently spending nights in the car from Oregon to Arkansas and being a dirty hippy off the grid in the high desert outside Albuquerque. The cottage on chicken hill turned into my little oasis and it truly felt like home.
While Trying to find a permanent place and working full time the chicken hill cottage was my rock. From the immediate response to my last minute request, to the TV that I could stream Jean Claude Van Johnson on Amazon, to the cleanliness, openness, beer in the fridgness, Lesa and Rich made me feel like I was surrounding myself with people who care. Oh, and the Charmin TP was so soft and soothing compared to the cactus I was using in the desert. It’s the little things that make a big difference.
Now it was cold outside. We are talking waterfalls frozen cold, but to me that is walking weather (its all walking weather in my book). Anyway, it turns out that chicken hill is the most centrally located place in town. I enjoyed ambling over to Ultra in the river arts district in the morning and walking to downtown at night. I was able to skip over to West Asheville on a whim and even trek to work one day.
Sometimes at At night when I would look out from the window to the world below I felt like gatsbylooking across the water to the other egg. Only I wasn’t yearning for a lost love, not anymore. I was happy and I felt like I was right where I should’ve been, at Lesa and Rich’s cottage on chicken hill.