We're moving. If you have access to Kevin or my social media accounts you will have seen the announcement.
We've known for some time now that we would be leaving, but we hesitated to announce it before certain steps were finalized.
Yesterday we received the email that Kevin's application had been accepted to Tyndale Theological Seminary in Amsterdam. It was a provisional acceptance (he has one class left to finish for his undergrad), but it was an acceptance. Our housing is being set up, our spot is being saved, we are moving.
It's strange to think about not living in Greenville. I've grown up here (except for a brief stint in Florence, SC) and this place holds my memories. Each season hides a special sweetness that only a native would recognize.
The fairs and festivals during the Fall are wonderful, but what I love most is the smell of distant fires mixed, the newly-cool breezes, and the brilliantly colored leaves. Camping, hiking, fires out back, and drives through Blue Ridge are regular activities this time of year.
I love the browsing the Saturday Market on Main Street on Summer mornings- stalls filled with tantalizing aromas, freshly made candles, abundant flowers, lots and lots of sweet tea, and fresh-baked bread. Summer in the South holds some very dear things, but my mind always goes back to the heat. Wonderful, glorious, oven-like, humid, blanket-wrapped-around-your-shoulders heat. Clear blue skies and a hot, hot sun.
I love the flowers in the Spring. This is when the mountains come alive. Birds sing louder, katydids start their evening choruses, lightning bugs start twinkling, and flowers begin to bloom. The Park is most lovely in Springtime. It's the perfect time to meander through the stone pathways that cut back and forth across the river and through the gardens. I love to stop at Tealoha or Ocha Tea Bar to sip a cool stawberry/jasmine tea during a break from a long walk. I love the view of the mountains when you drive down Haywood/Howell Road toward East North Street from 385. Spring is beautiful here.
Winter normally doesn't last more than about three months, but I love the change that it brings. Frosty blades of grass and some light flurries, followed by days and days of sunshine. The winter is usually the most fickle of our weather patterns, as mornings and evenings can be as cold as 12-13°, and afternoons can get as warm as the 70s. By February i'm always aching for Spring to come.
These are the thoughts that have been whispering through my mind since I found out we were leaving. This is my town. Greenville is my home.
But i'm leaving to learn a new town and create a new home.
I will be using this space as a means of documenting our life through the process, wherever it takes us.
Enjoy where you live. Take time to appreciate the things that surround on a daily basis. I'm learning that i've taken so much for granted.
I'm going to miss this place.