Somewhere between the $19 grain bowls and back-to-back Zooms, a question has been floating in the back of your head: What’s it all for if there’s nowhere to land? You’ve done your time in the Midtown high-rise. Paid the price of a mortgage for a life in 750 square feet, where your “view” is more concrete than skyline. You’re over it. Over the noise, the sameness, the gray-on-gray-on-gray. You want something real. Somewhere to plant roots. Welcome to 2817 Lincoln Drive.[Queue the Folger’s slow motion sip of coffee] Where mornings smell like pancakes and the evenings are filled with laughter under double front porches. Yes, double. Charleston charm meets Decatur ease—gracious, quiet, and just minutes from Emory and right around the corner from the new Lula Hills mixed used development (can you say “Hello” future equity!?!) Step inside and feel the shift. The living room opens wide with glowing hardwood floors, gas fireplace flickering, and natural light flooding in from walls of windows. The kitchen has Granite for days, and an island made for group chats and charcuterie parties. You’ll enough cabinet space to actually stock more than three mugs and a bottle of sriracha. Gas cooking at your finger tips and double doors opening to evening summertime BBQ’s, just add string lights! Upstairs, the primary suite is where the stress slips off your shoulders. You deserve every inch of it, trey ceilings that give the room a quiet lift, a walk-in closet roomy enough to get delightfully lost in, and a spa bath where time slows down and the air carries a hint of lavender. The double vanity is love in architectural form. One sink spotless, the other perpetually dusted in toothpaste and mystery. With a NEW HVAC, a NEW Roof, a fenced backyard made for barefoot dinner parties. A deck for morning coffee or full-moon confessions. Neighbors who actually know your dog’s name. It’s time to make a move. You’ve done the city living thing and now you’re ready to write that porch-swing-worthy chapter of your grown-up story. So yeah, you’ve got places to be. But what if this is the place you can shut the front door and actually stay awhile? Where the air smells like clean laundry, not exhaust. Where you swap Uber rides for barefoot strolls to the mailbox. This is your reset button. Your quiet slower morning because, (sing it with me…) The best part of waking up, is Folgers in your cup!