Live to Love: You Know You're In Asheville When...

Your grocery list contains the words vegan, organic, fair trade or free range.

All the old hippies live in your neighborhood.

You can’t mow your back yard without risking driving the John Deere off a cliff.

You color-coordinate your environmentally friendly string bag to your outfit. Paper or plastic? As if!

If you’re looking for free music, acting, art or fire juggling, all you have to do is head for any downtown corner.

you can’t seem to decide which of the three Goodwills to shop at.

you find yourself surprised upon finding out that your friend does not smoke pot.

you sneeze while walking in downtown followed by hearing three cheery “bless-yous” from passers-by.

you begin to wonder if you should get dreadlocks and gauges in order to fit in better and avoid stares.

Your dog has a hemp leash and carries its own backpack.

You love tourist season, because it means tons of moolah for you if you can play the fiddle, have a cool hat and do magic tricks, or if you just pretend to sleep next to an open instrument case of some kind.

You are a world class hibikunner (hiker, biker, and runner).

you lose your motivation to graffiti, because it has become too difficult to find an empty section of wall that is not already painted with a professionally-designed graffiti mural.

you went out of business because your restaurant did not sell enough organic, local, and vegan food.

Preparing myself for the Asheville stereotypes when I move there :p