My husband and I were married in Gatlinburg nearly 20 years ago. We were taken with the town, mountains and nature immediately, and we have returned countless times since. It seems the addiction only gets worse as the years pass. We began our cabin search about 7 years ago. It wasn't until the last 2 years that we were determined to take the leap, and until last year that we placed a deadline on ourselves ~ we would purchase a cabin by the end of the year, even if it wasn't the 'perfect one.' I should mention that, in the years since we were married, almost every time we traveled to Gatlinburg we tried to find the cabin we stayed in back in 1995. We had a few landmarks that we remembered near the cabin , we found them, but simply could not find the cabin. Now, back to our cabin search. We must have made 6 trips to Gatlinburg last year looking at cabins. Early last year we signed a contract on a cabin. That turned into a bidding war...so we continued the search. It just wasn't meant to be. I had my eye on a few cabins, and a few of them I could never get in to see. One, in particular, I had missed on 2 of my visits. The following trip my Realtor called on the day I was leaving. She said she had one that I'd wanted to look at for a while, but I'd have to stay a bit longer if I wanted to see it. I met with my Realtor and, from the minute I stepped in the cabin, I knew it was the one. This was the cabin we'd stayed in when we were married back in 1995... the one we'd looked for so many times!! I remember calling my husband and telling him that this was the one. He couldn't be convinced. Finally, I dug through our old photos. Our wedding album was the last album beneath all the others. It was the picture of me standing in front of Grandview, with the street number of the house in the background, that finally convinced him this WAS the one. The look on his face that moment ~ PRICELESS!! The rest ~ is history...
