The Tales of a Wandering Jewess

Simply a sassy little half Jew, with a pen in my right hand and a donut in the other, I'm dragging you along in a sea of short stories about my life.

I am so excited I found this CSA. They have reasonable prices and a great variety. As soon as I have some more moola (and hopefully a second job, fingers crossed) I am subscribing to them. 

Things are all over the place lately financially but I feel things shall look up soon. Cain and I are looking to move to downtown West Asheville area so if any of you Ashevillians see any cute duplexes or something PLEASE TELL ME. This apartment is killing us (money wise haha). 

I spent today on the phone with incompetents at H&R Block, then watched entirely too much television. Sigh. End random tumblr post.

January 2012, our first time in Asheville

Six Months in the North Carolinian Mountains...

Four score and seven years ago…okay, not really, only six months as of yesterday.

New logo, new post!!

My new, less mumbo jumbo blog! Hooray!

SUP YA’LL.
My surroundings look a tad bit different, don’t they? I know I have been quite absent in the world of tumblin’ but I have been sans-internet and I moved sixteen hours away to the mountains of Asheville. Tis my new apartment you are seeing now.
I have quite a few goals for myself now that I am moved and have no excuses to be lazy.
First of all, I hope everyone I only have contact through tumblr is well.
Now these damn goals: write, submit, write, submit, write, submit, edit, edit, edit. I am planning on creating a more “professional” and scheduled blog soon. Yeah, yeah yeah, you’ll believe it when you see it. That is on my “To Do” list next week and considering I know no one yet besides Cain (who I live with ha!) this should be a feasible task.
Currently though I am looking for any creative non-fiction outlet to submit my work to, and ideally for money. If anyone knows of anything, please let me know.
Also, Asheville people, I am overwhelmed. There are so many options for things to do and I have no idea where to start. Suggestions, anything. Restaurants, activities, good farmers markets, etc. etc. etc.
On a positive note, our apartment is completely unpacked and arranged nicely. It is marvelous. I also made ratatouille and it was divine thanks to Smitten Kitchen . It wasn’t quite so beautiful looking as hers but fuck it, man, it was damn good. Also, Cain made mango-nadas. Mango popsicles with chamoy, lime, and Mexican spice on it. The mango was not ideally ripe but they are still good. We have a new hobby too, of tennis at 10PM. There is a lighted court a few minutes from us; we play about 40 minutes and I am slowly getting better and less spastic (unlike this post).
There it is, my spastic update on life. To be continued…with success…and publications…fingers crossed. :)

SUP YA’LL.

My surroundings look a tad bit different, don’t they? I know I have been quite absent in the world of tumblin’ but I have been sans-internet and I moved sixteen hours away to the mountains of Asheville. Tis my new apartment you are seeing now.

I have quite a few goals for myself now that I am moved and have no excuses to be lazy.

First of all, I hope everyone I only have contact through tumblr is well.

Now these damn goals: write, submit, write, submit, write, submit, edit, edit, edit. I am planning on creating a more “professional” and scheduled blog soon. Yeah, yeah yeah, you’ll believe it when you see it. That is on my “To Do” list next week and considering I know no one yet besides Cain (who I live with ha!) this should be a feasible task.

Currently though I am looking for any creative non-fiction outlet to submit my work to, and ideally for money. If anyone knows of anything, please let me know.

Also, Asheville people, I am overwhelmed. There are so many options for things to do and I have no idea where to start. Suggestions, anything. Restaurants, activities, good farmers markets, etc. etc. etc.

On a positive note, our apartment is completely unpacked and arranged nicely. It is marvelous. I also made ratatouille and it was divine thanks to Smitten Kitchen . It wasn’t quite so beautiful looking as hers but fuck it, man, it was damn good. Also, Cain made mango-nadas. Mango popsicles with chamoy, lime, and Mexican spice on it. The mango was not ideally ripe but they are still good. We have a new hobby too, of tennis at 10PM. There is a lighted court a few minutes from us; we play about 40 minutes and I am slowly getting better and less spastic (unlike this post).

There it is, my spastic update on life. To be continued…with success…and publications…fingers crossed. :)

"Well, uh, normally I don’t rent to couples but uh, I like you guys."

Well, it happened. Ricky and I found a place, and an amazing one at that. An 100-year-old colonial home turned into a twelve unit apartment which holds basically all of the qualities Cain and I had been envisioning.

It was the first place we looked at actually, but I knew as soon as we started driving through the historic, quiet neighborhood filled with lush foliage I was going to love this apartment. The apartment is very regal looking from the outside with a dark red brick and pillars on the front entrance. It is surrounded by huge, old, Southern homes.

Randy, the landlord and owner, showed the apartment to us. When we first walked into the apartment both Cain and I were silently thinking “Boobs!” The current tenant had a huge painting of a topless girl in her living room. I know Ricky and I were both dying to say something juvenile, haha! After getting over the initial shock of “oh-we-are-looking-at-boobs-with-someone-we-literally-just-met” emotion, we were both blown away by how perfect this apartment was. Immaculate wood floors, an abundance of windows which meant lots of natural light, a French door closet in the living room, and to my ultimate joy WHITE, WINDOW KITCHEN CABINETS (If you do not know all my interests extremely well, you must realize I am obsessed with white kitchens). Not only were the cabinets perfect but there were white pillar cabinets in the entrance of the kitchen as well (another A+ for Meg taste). It would have been an understatement to say I was ready to commit then.

Now Randy, even before meeting him, had proven himself to be a little on the quirky/airhead side. Once when speaking to him on the phone he had forgotten his number for a few seconds. Then that morning I had called to confirm the appointment and he told me he thought it was the next day. I was expecting some 70-year-old curmudgeon of a man to meet us, but instead Randy turned out to be a squirrely, starting-to-grey, wiry, around 50 or so, man. Arriving in a Land Rover, dressed in a windbreaker/rain jacket, jeans, and probably wearing Keen shoes, he timidly said “Hi, I’m Randy.”

So we looked at the apartment, fell in love, explained to Randy we still needed to look at other places (even though I was ready to move into that place that very moment) and asked if there was an application we could take along.

“Oh, I don’t have an application. If I like you guys then you are good.”

Then he proceeded to say, “Uh, I don’t normally rent to couples, but uh, I like you guys.”

Cain and I had to restrain ourselves from laughing at Randy’s flightiness. We were somewhat hesitant to rent from someone so absentminded. We have had to deal with some uncertainty due to this fact, but in the end everything worked out and I know Randy did a great deal of negotiating with other tenants to get us a place with the right timing.

We viewed a few more places that day but nothing held up to the first one.

Cain finds out on Saturday if we are getting a third floor unit or first floor (Oh dear God, please let it be the first floor). He also gets the keys as well. Today is 39 days until I move.

And here it is.

our new home

Moving

more than two states away is frustrating due to the lack of control I have over things, ha. I only have one week in North Carolina to look at places which is scary to me, even though I know things will work out. If we don’t find a place that week, Ricky lives only an hour and a half away and can continue to look at places. We also have already contacted some people and have found some promising places.

The time is upon us, though, and these next few months are going to fly by.

  • 11 days until I fly down there to apartment shop
  • Hopefully during those days a lease will be established and a deposit put down
  • 2 1/2 months until we move (if all goes swimmingly)
  • August 5 is my available start date at a Starbucks in Asheville

Then I will be residing in the mountainous, friendly, beautiful Asheville, North Carolina.

It is exactly one month

until I fly down to North Carolina and Cain and I go on the hunt for a place to live in Asheville.

It is three months until (if all goes as planned) we move.

I cannot believe how quickly this year has passed. After working my bum off to graduate college and move on with my life, it is finally happening: I am moving out of the Midwest and starting a new page and adventure in life with one of the most positive/amazing people I have known. 

Asheville Sunset by Ben Pierce Photography on Flickr.Four months until I will be residing here.

Asheville Sunset by Ben Pierce Photography on Flickr.

Four months until I will be residing here.