Today I worked in the last space I was in before my whole world changed due to a climate disaster, the flower shop I was creating w/my coworkers due to open the following week. While there I felt amazing returning to a place I was sure washed downriver, but as the entirely new plan for that space became clear, as the day winds down, I am emotional af. How long can loss continue before it’s enough? Y’all, we have to wake up before all of us are Asheville. You don’t want this life, trust me.