Bryan and I were talking a walk on Saturday when we passed a tiny house on the corner of our street. I've always loved this particular house because of its low slanting roof, natural timber fence and stone walkway. It reminds me of a little cottage of the sort you would expect to see in the foothills.

As we passed, Bryan remarked that HE always liked that house as well, for the same reasons I liked it.

After some brief discussion, it turns out that we both always wanted to live in a cabin in the mountains, where it's foggy in the morning and mild in the summer, and where people don't care whether or not you drive a Lexus or have a fancy job title. We want to live somewhere where it is perfectly acceptable to yell "tarnation!" when you drop your firewood on your own foot, and where you don't have to have the same type of mailbox as everyone else on the block.

I called Skipper and discussed the idea with him. Then we spoke with Jenny and Joe C and Ali. And now I'm looking up the cost of living in Appalachia. I'm thinking we'll see what area has a good cost of living and high forest/mountain to dwellings ratio, but also has proximity to things that we need...such as healthcare and pharmacies and jobs. Then we will give in to our Scottish ancestry and move to the foothills, where we will develop quaint accents and learn how to jig like the moonshiners do.

Who else is with me? Mom and dad?