That old saying that my granmother employes... cold eyes and wriknled face, remembering her worn down Irish mother. I can forgive, but i will never forget. And so it is with Asheville. Can i take back my hurtful words splayed out across this lovley space. NO... i guess i cant because they are now lodged in the brains of all the craigslist readers that thought it might have been about them. But i can forgive if forgiven. I learned my lesson well. But truthfully the grass is greener here, even if we are in a draught and that is because it just doesnt rain all that much in the summer there. Plus i never realized how much i missed humidity. It is like a blanket that wraps around you. It helps to make one feel present, and safe in an otherwise lonley world. And my friends...maybe it is just that i am different after two years and untold heartache and disappointment but you few do truley understand and love me. That i will never forget... Thanks