This was my welcome wagon. Came home to the hills of Andersonville, TN, about 25 minutes north of Knoxville. Sunshine and sunflowers greeted me. Home sweet home. Not sure I was ready for the rest of it though.
I had visited back in May 2011 when my father had been here a few weeks. He had done little unpacking at the time. I was welcomed to his dream home. I grew up spending my summers in a place similar on a lake not too far from here. My Aunt and Grandparents each had houses on Lake Chatuge. My Aunt was on the North Carolina side of the lake and Grandparents had a house on the Georgia side. Prior, I didn't know the two states touched. It was a wonderful area to spend hot summers learning how to waterski with my cousins and spend time with my family. My dad always wanted to build a log cabin that had land for my dog Sadie to run around on. He inherited her when I moved to an apartment and was working full time. Years later he purchased this home in TN. It's as close as he would get as I don't think it possible for him at his age to build a home from the ground up. Don't get me wrong, he's all man and can build anything but I don't he has the patience to sleep in a tent or motel for long enough to make it happen. Also, it's highly unlikely he would buy a trailer while building a dream. It was an easy transition and in the first few days that I was in the small town running errands I realized everyone already knew who I was. Something about a small town that is welcoming and another that I stand out as not being from these parts. My father is social and, so as it was, I was know before I got here.
Andersonville, TN, population 4245, now, plus one.
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