One Level Living and easy access to VA, CDC, Emory and CHOA. Just steps to south Peachtree Creek Path an Mason Mill Park. Every now and then, a simpler life whispers your name. Not a shout. Not a cry. Just a quiet tug behind the ribs that says: Sell everything. Buy a one-level patio home. Travel the world before it’s too late. Tucked between the dappled green of Mason Mill’s woodland trails and the cozy hum of Oak Grove Village, there’s a hidden pocket of calm called Haverhill. A quiet community with mature trees, gentle sidewalks, and that elusive feeling of something real. And here, behind a proud old Japanese Maple, you’ll find it—a rare garden condo that lives like a storybook and feels like a sigh of relief. The first thing you’ll notice is the quiet. The kind that wraps around your shoulders and says, you’re safe now. Step inside and everything unfolds on a single level. No stairs, no clutter, just space and ease. The living room wraps you in warmth, framed by new custom built-ins that look torn from a shelter magazine. A place for books, art, and even that handmade ceramic bird you refuse to part with. The kitchen has been fully renovated, with quartz countertops, sleek new appliances, and cabinets that close smoother than butter. It’s a kitchen made for Sunday omelets, Tuesday mimosas, and blueberry cobbler that demands a scoop of vanilla Häagen-Dazs. The owner’s suite is its own retreat. A walk-in shower, custom closets, and just enough room for both stillness and the beautiful mess of everyday life. The flooring throughout is high-quality, newer, and chosen with care, not for trend. Out back, a flagstone patio, fenced, part sun, part shade, and entirely yours. Whether you’re sipping wine under the pergola or planting herbs no one else will water, it’s a place that slows time to a hush. Need a break from your own private Eden? There’s a community pool. Walk to the Mason Mill trails. Grab a burger in Oak Grove. Dash to Emory, the CDC, or hop on the highway in minutes. And yes, there’s plenty of parking for all the friends you’ll invite once you’re back from your latest trip. This is a rare rhythm. A ranch in a world of townhomes. A garden in a city that’s forgotten how to bloom slowly. And it’s waiting to hold space, just for you.