1284 Mackintosh Park

Twenty feet of ceiling. Two full stories of glass stacked one on top of the other like this house is trying to drink the whole sky in one gulp. If you hate natural light, this home is probably not for you. But if you crave a little Vitamin D with your morning coffee before walking across the street to do laps in the community pool, lean in. I've got something to show you. This place feels like a breath of crisp, cool, fresh air. The renovations are happy. That is really the best word for them. From the pink Moroccan tile backsplash in the kitchen to the whitewashed floors, everything feels playful, modern and a little unexpected. Think cool Mexico City apartment, but with way more space and your own garage. Then there's the staircase. Raw steel. Industrial. Sculptural. Totally unapologetic. It runs right through the center of the home and somehow manages to feel both functional and sexy at the same time. It is one of those details that makes you stop and say, okay, this house has a point of view. Hardwood runs underfoot and the renovated kitchen looks like it belongs in Architectural Digest. The dining area opens straight onto the private back deck, which means dinner can turn into grilling, cocktails and hanging outside without anyone having to migrate through half the house. Upstairs, the primary suite feels like the reward at the end of the climb. The renovated bath has heated floors, a double vanity, floor to ceiling tile and a rain shower built for two. It is the kind of bathroom that makes getting ready for work slightly less offensive. Downstairs, a second bedroom and full bath get their own private corner. Guest room. Second home office. Workout room. Room for your mom when she visits. Whatever your life needs right now. And then there's the loft. Third floor. Huge ceilings. Custom draperies. Tons of light. Call it an office. Call it a studio. Call it the place where the treadmill, desk and ridiculously comfortable chair finally learn to live together peacefully. From there, a spiral staircase leads down to your own private fenced garden. Small enough that you are not spending every Saturday doing yard work. Big enough for a chair, a glass of wine, a dog and twenty minutes where nobody needs anything from you. Outside the gate, West Midtown does the rest. Star Provisions for Saturday coffee and something delicious you definitely did not plan on buying. Bacchanalia when you actually put on real shoes. H&F Bakery, Bartaco, Bocado, Topgolf and Westside Park are all nearby. And with the Beltline continuing to stretch this direction, this pocket of Atlanta just keeps getting better. Back inside the gates, you get a salt water pool right across the street, a clubhouse, a dog park and a twelve acre nature preserve for the days when Atlanta feels like it needs to calm down a little. Because shouldn't your home be at least as interesting as you are?