Amid all my organizing, I stumbled across the most absurd blog post about a disheveled drawer <insert gasp> and decided, I am done organizing. We are good. I like to keep my cleaning and organizing comfortably shy of a DSM-5 diagnosis.
The next time I feel stressed, I am going to run away to Mooresville, Alabama to raise chickens who lay eggs that I’ll scramble for leisurely breakfasts on the veranda. 🙂
The town was founded in 1818 and little appears to have changed since then. It just feels so quiet and peaceful there.
This is not a joke – this is their post office and its the oldest in operation in the US.
The entire town is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
The town has a population of 58 people. We saw one person on a bicycle – a farmer coming down to check on his chickens and/or check on us – and another person driving (a car) down a street.
The farmer invited us in to see the chickens, lambs and their fluffy guardian, Justice, a Great Pyrenees.
The city’s history is tied to two US Presidents: Andrew Johnson served as an apprentice tailor in Mooresville as a young man and James Garfield preached a sermon at the Church of Christ.
Thank you to 1818 Farms for allowing us to pet the animals!