And so, with some shock, I moved to the middle of nowhere. Which is to say, 25 minutes from the airport, and 40 minutes from downtown Atlanta. But, for miles around in every direction: trees and farms.
We moved to a community called Serenbe. It's a new urbanist development nestled into 1,000 acres of preserved woodland. Today, though, isn't the tale of Serenbe. This story is our story.
I work from home and, when our daughter was born, our house had one too few rooms. After 6 months, I grudgingly agreed to look at several homes in Grant Park (Atlanta). We made an offer on one.
It was a great house: good size, great systems, good design. But. There's always a but. It was the big house in its part of the neighborhood. During one of our walk-throughs (unbeknownst to us at the time), there was a break-in a block away and four would-be burglars got in to a shoot-out with the home owner. This house was the big one in its section of the neighborhood. And it just looked like a big house (2500 sq. ft.). I knew we would be broken in to. If its just me? Fine. City life; it happens. Wife and newborn daughter? Nope, not an option.
So, due diligence period: we're somewhere in Atlanta and I make what I think is a sardonic comment, "Let's visit Serenbe."