Our family is fortunate to have a home in the North Carolina mountains.  The view is breathtaking. The atmosphere peaceful. The neighbors warm and welcoming.  For fifty years we’ve treasured our time there.

Recently two of our mountain neighbors, friends for decades, decided it was time to sell their homes.  Selfishly we responded … Oh no.   Say it isn’t so.

We thought of the void our neighbors will leave.  The more we thought, the more we realized - It’s not the house, not the view, not the peacefulness, that makes our mountain home so magical.

What keeps us returning with such eager anticipation is the people.  The memories. The friends who’ve shared our mountain home.  The grandchildren growing up there.  The traditions. The surprises. 

We’ll welcome new neighbors.  We’ll never forget the old.  They’re woven into the pages of our memory albums. That’s how  we create ‘do you remember’ stories. Stories to be shared over and over. Stories for future generations.

Much as we love ours - we know it's not just mountain homes where friends and memories are formed.  It can be a home any place - where the welcome mat really means welcome.  

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