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Back in about 1981 I used to ride with a group of bikers. Once and a while we would ride an hour or so out of Brunswick, Ga to a place everyone called, "the circle". You went a couple of miles off the highway into the woods on a dirt road to a place on a bend in the river. There was a clearing that was kind of circular and I always assumed that was the meaning of the name.
We, the wife and I, thought this would be a really nice place to live.
Twenty two years later, I am selling a home in northern CA and trying to find a home around Brunswick, GA. After about 6 months of looking I find a home listed in the local paper. 3 BR custom cedar home on 2.5 acres adjacent to 2.400 acre WMA. (wildlife management area). I ask for pictures and they send some. Two days later my wife arrives and views the property. The next day we give them a deposit.
It take another 6 months or so to sell our home in CA, but eventually we are on our way to see the home we have owned for a year, but never lived in.
We get to the home on a really foggy January morning and I tire of waiting for the moving truck with all of our stuff. The fog has lifted and I go for a ride. I almost immediately think that this looks really familiar. Specifically a long bridge over the Satilla River. Then I see a sign for the Zirkle landing historical site. I think, no way, this can't be the circle. I take the road and a few miles though the woods, I arrive at the circle.
22 years later. From 3,000 miles away. We bought a home exactly where we thought it would be cool to have a home, 22 years before. How can you experience this and not believe in some sort of fate, karna, something?
We, the wife and I, thought this would be a really nice place to live.
Twenty two years later, I am selling a home in northern CA and trying to find a home around Brunswick, GA. After about 6 months of looking I find a home listed in the local paper. 3 BR custom cedar home on 2.5 acres adjacent to 2.400 acre WMA. (wildlife management area). I ask for pictures and they send some. Two days later my wife arrives and views the property. The next day we give them a deposit.
It take another 6 months or so to sell our home in CA, but eventually we are on our way to see the home we have owned for a year, but never lived in.
We get to the home on a really foggy January morning and I tire of waiting for the moving truck with all of our stuff. The fog has lifted and I go for a ride. I almost immediately think that this looks really familiar. Specifically a long bridge over the Satilla River. Then I see a sign for the Zirkle landing historical site. I think, no way, this can't be the circle. I take the road and a few miles though the woods, I arrive at the circle.
22 years later. From 3,000 miles away. We bought a home exactly where we thought it would be cool to have a home, 22 years before. How can you experience this and not believe in some sort of fate, karna, something?