5 Greywood Lane, Cartersville

This isn't just a house. It's the moment you stopped searching. Where the noise got quiet, the lights got warm, and for the first time in a long time...you knew you were home. There are houses, and then there are homes. Places where stories begin, where coffee is sipped slowly on balconies, where cannonballs are followed by belly laughs, and where the light hits just right in the late afternoon and you suddenly realize-you made the right call. This is one of those homes. Scratch that. This is the home. Now priced at $839,000, The St. John 'D' is a Jeremy Rutenburg-designed Craftsman with the kind of magnetic, slow-burn charm that makes you whisper, "Tell me why... I can't live here already." It's three levels of full-blown, granite-countered, fireplace-glowing, key-change-worthy goodness with 6 bedrooms, 5.5 bathrooms, and a layout so welcoming, it practically hands you a mimosa when you walk in. The chef's kitchen? It'll inspire you to cook impressive meals that they'll remember for years. The owner's suite? Complete with a balcony, spa-like bath, and closets for days-it's a quiet, luxurious exhale. The fully finished basement? It's giving "secret lair meets in-law suite meets home theater with bonus vibes." And the backyard? Oh, the backyard. A pool with a grotto, a slide, a tiki hut, and enough space to reenact a full Bye Bye Bye routine without knocking over your cocktail. It's not just a backyard-it's a world tour. You won't find this kind of space, style, and 'my heart will go on' but only if I live here' feeling just anywhere-especially not in the Cartersville City School District and on a corner lot that basically waves like it's on a float in a hometown parade. So What's the Catch? There isn't one. Just an stunning new price, a house that looks like it should come with its own theme music, and a quiet reminder that the good ones go fast. So don't wait. Don't blink. Don't scroll on. Schedule the showing. Make the offer. Be the one who got the house-not the one who's left whispering "that could have been me" as they drive by in silent heartbreak. This is your moment. Your dream house is calling. Answer it like you're in a 90s music video and the rain just started falling...