About a month ago, we wrapped up our time in Austin. Everyone told us we were crazy to leave when we did - right before SXSW, glorious warm spring weather, and bluebonnets blooming. The problem was we couldn't find an affordable place to rent because
of SXSW, and we happened to get a house sitting gig near Asheville, NC (our next planned stop) so the choice was fairly easy.
So in the beginning of March, we packed up our car again and drove from Texas to North Carolina. Immediately, I was struck by one thing:I love mountains!
Now, I know some people get all gushy
about flat landscapes - a friend of mine who grew up on a farm in North Dakota loved the way she could watch the weather roll in. Then there are others who pathologically fear
such wide open spaces.
And while I do feel somehow safer or less exposed in the mountains, to be blunt, I just find flat places boring. Maybe it's a case of topophilia
, or maybe I was spoiled by spectacular landscapes growing up in the mountains of the Northwest, so that the Texas Hill Country
pales in comparison.
In any case, what I find interesting is that while I actively missed mountains while I was in Austin and when I attended college in Ohio, I didn't miss them when I lived in NYC. So it must be something about vertical environments - the three-dimensionality, the complexity, the layers, the awe-inspiring scale and beauty of both man-made and natural structures...
So maybe I've found the place for me? After all, there are a lot of these bumper stickers around here...