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My parents began building the house I was raised in shortly after they were married in June of 1956, and they still live there today. It is just up the road from where my daddy was raised, in fact. So, amongst the long list of things that I AM, I am a nester. I crave a forever home of my own. But the King of the Hill has been moved around all his life and even today, a move to a new house can feel like a fresh start to him. It feels like a death in the family to me. After we moved to our current house on the Hill, it was established that some crucial information we had received prior to purchasing the house and property was erroneous. Our "subdivision" does not enjoy a dense-enough population to make it worth the cable company's time and trouble to provide cable. They have a contractual monopoly with the county that insures a consistent lack of customer service and apparently, even service. So the King has been unable to find his work-life balance, given he is frequently on the road. Having to leave the house every day to work and then travel too just isn't working for him. So, for quite some time, we have felt unsettled by the looming specter of a possible move. Then, last weekend, we finally threw a party. We bought this house thinking it was perfect to entertain in, but then a series of major life events prevented anything beyond "just dinner." (Needing to do some work on the house, two pregnancies, and new babyhood.) So we told everyone to bring something chocolate or a beverage and presto, there was a shindig. A tasty one. One of our guests, after commenting on our house, and hearing the story of our impending move, called us the Monday after said party. He told us an incredible story about a solution he had found for his own business and that he thought might work for us. We were incredulous, having exhausted (we thought) all possibilities. But sure enough, a solution has apparently been found. A contract was signed and we will know within 40 days whether it will work and we can stay here -- but the signs are very hopeful. I'm beside myself with happiness, having spent all day house-hunting. Apparently, it is very possible that I would have spent more than half-again as much as we spent on this house to get something quite inferior in terms of square footage and lot size. The past 2 and a half years have seen prices in this area escalate beyond all reason. And while I wish I had more visits from friends, I love living in such a private, natural, and scenic place. I love having neighbors who will babysit when I feel like a hag and need to have my hair done. And neighbors who will help capture stray dogs attacking deer and then make sure the deer is treated fairly. And neighbors who will call and ask me to drop my big boys off to play for a few hours. And... need I say more? My neighbors are few and far between, but exude the quality that we do not have here in quantity. And you just can't beat that view of the signature Smoky Mountain mist rising from the valley against the backdrop of the mountains I see from my front porch in the mornings. Yet another thing that stirs my soul. So, that's a ringing endorsement for more parties if ever I've heard one! Ideas for different themes, anyone?
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