Moving to Asheville, of course, is so incredibly exciting. I love the Blue Ridge Mountains, I love the city, I love change. But at the same time, I hate what that looks like for our family. I guess you could say I hate the consequences change brings.
We feel so strongly that moving to Asheville is definitely the next step for our family. After our dream fell through, we drew back to reflect on our family and goals for our life. After lots of prayer and discussion, we realized that our dream to move to Boone wasn’t based on our desire to serve and honor Christ, but to fill a void in our hearts that replaced Christ altogether. As Christians, we try our best to life a life of service towards others and our Lord, and chasing Boone was merely chasing our own fantasy of a ‘free’ life in the mountains because we were tired of the imperfections here. When you live a life running from imperfections, you never really find a home.
Around this time of self-pursuit, people kept asking us about Asheville, and it seemed to be in the forefront everywhere (although I’m sure people’s implications were insinuating we were hippies rather then real serious suggestions). Although we’ve visited Asheville before and loved many aspects, we never considered (and were very much against) moving there. I remember the first time we explored its historic downtown and watched their annual beer festival happen around us, (and y’all, there was a lot more then just ‘celebrating beer’ going on) Jeff stated ‘I would never, ever want to raise a family here.’
Who would have guessed that just months later our heart would stir for this city?
Our time of waiting was really difficult (and for me, emotional). We know, we knew that Charleston wasn’t our permanent home- although we have a wonderful church family and good relationships all around, there’s been a call on our hearts from nearly day one to trust God in a new, different place. Jeff would tell me that we need to refocus our purpose around Christ and not ourselves, that he would reveal to us in his timing where and what we were supposed to do. But, until then, we needed to stop forcing doors open and be content in our current place.
So, we prayed. And we waited. And practiced being content. Until, on a whim, we were looking at churches in Asheville online and came across a new, baby church that was just launching. A church plant. A thing we have always wanted to be a part of.
It’s impossible to describe the calling that was placed on our hearts in that moment, and the multiple moments of confirmation after confirmation that followed in the days after. Really, all you can do is just believe us when we say that we know Asheville is now home for us, despite our previous conceptions. That moving from everyone and everything we know is what’s best for us.
And I’m scared. Because this Asheville adventure is not the dream I thought up when we hoped to move to Boone. This is not my fairy-tale.
Our Tiny House can’t come with us, my dream home. In the future, perhaps, but right now it is literally impossible for us. I’m scared that this makes me a failure, a let down, a fraud. I’m worried others will view us the same way. I’m nervous that all the good things we’ve learned from living tiny- living simply, living with less, financial management, will be harder to maintain.
We’re joining a church with very few members. I’m scared we won’t have anything good to contribute, that we will be just numbers, that it will be hard to connect with others.
We’re relocating our business. I’m scared that Asheville won’t be good to us, won’t like our style, that we don’t have what it takes.
We’re moving to an apartment. I’m scared of the financial burden, one of the reasons we choose a Tiny House in the first place. I’m terrified that we will be evicted, or starving, or something.
I’m writing all this to push past those fears. I know I don’t need other people to confirm the direction we feel we should go as a family; after all, my worth is not wrapped up in what people think of me. I struggle with confidence, and it’s no wonder that my word of the year should already be tested so early.
So, already we are taking measures to continue to ‘live tiny’ no matter where we are. We’ve always encouraged people that no matter where or how you live, you can still embody simple living in a intentional way. We’ve chosen a one-bedroom apartment to still be close together and dwell in a small space. It’s important for us to continue to challenge ourselves to live minimally, eco-friendly, and people-oriented and fight materialism.
This journey is new for us, and I hope you will join us for the ride! We are excited for the day when our Tiny Home will join us, however until then we will be opening it up on Air bnb for others to experience the tiny life and hopefully inspire you to pursue a simpler lifestyle yourself!
Have you ever pursued a calling or dream that scared you to bits? How do you cope with your fear?