Thursday afternoon Freya and I are our skidaddling out of Nashville towards the similar sounding city of Asheville for our one year anniversary trip. We’re a week early so technically it’s a 51 week anniversary but we’ll take it.
The cabin has a hot tub on a deck and a skylight-lit loft area and acres of woods surrounding it, followed by mountains and forests surrounding those.
I’m taking my typewriter with a fresh ribbon, a stack of blank pages, a notebook or four, 5 New Yorkers, 1 Wired Magazine, 3 books of poetry, one book of non-fiction and possibly a novel.
I think Freya’s list of items to bring is similar in length but decidedly more visual arts themed.
We’ll be taking two cameras, one digital SLR, one polaroid.
At the Greenlife grocery in Asheville we’ll be buying ingredients for homemade chicken salad and homemade butternut squash bisque and any other recipes we find that strike our fancy.
We are making no plans except for maybe a picnic drive up the Blue Ridge Parkway, and on Monday we’ll be visiting the Biltmore.
Otherwise we will spend our days creating and reading and enjoying the hot tub and the complimentary bottle of champagne and most of all the company of each other.
And Thursday cannot, absolutely cannot come soon enough.