“Mornings on Myrtle” :A Midtown Story The mornings here start slow. I brew coffee barefoot, the hardwood floors cool against my feet, sunlight spilling through the tall windows like it’s been rehearsing for this exact moment. From the porch, I can hear the city stretching awake, a jogger’s rhythm down Myrtle, a dog’s leash clip, the low hum of life that somehow feels personal here. The house is old in the best way, the kind that remembers. Its walls are thick with stories, but the inside feels fresh, uncluttered, and quietly modern. My books rest on the mantel above a decorative fireplace that doesn’t burn but still manages to warm the room. The bar cart in the corner, yes, the one that came stocked, has become a ritual. A pour at dusk. A toast to myself. I work from the living room most days, the desk angled toward the window. When my brain stalls, I walk to Piedmont Park. It’s only a few blocks, the kind of walk that reminds you why you live in Atlanta. On weekends, I wander the BeltLine to Ponce City Market, grab a coffee, maybe flowers, maybe just time to think. What I didn’t expect was how connected this home would make me feel. The backyard garden, shared with the other residents has become a quiet little community. We trade basil for mint, chat about weather and dreams, and sometimes, nothing at all. It’s simple here, but never boring. Everything I need feels close: Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s, MARTA, yet I always come home to stillness. There’s something about this place that teaches you to exhale. To slow down just enough to notice the way light hits the porch at 4 PM, or how the air changes right before it rains. This house doesn’t just give you space, it gives you room to belong. Fully Furnished: Security deposit is $2350.00. Non-refundable pet fee of $500.00. Everything you see in the home is included. Super high-speed internet, water, washer and dryer are included. Tenants pay for electricity and gas. Please take off your shoes when touring home.
