My fingers are seizing because I really don’t know how to begin capturing the essence of this effortlessly breathtaking sanctuary. Was it the clean, homey, rustic chic aesthetic, equipped with cow hyde, mason jars, repurposed bathtub, and roaring fireplace - effectively marrying the concepts of old country and new urban chic. Or the plush mattress with pillows having that ever hard to attain perfect combination of plush and firmness? Could it have been the sense of community established with the guest book and instant camera, so everyone who had graced the cottage beforehand could include their favorite parts about Nashville? I once read somewhere that we interpret smells as memories, and perhaps what I’ll remember most is the smell upon walking into the Cleveland Cottage each time: a combination of clean laundry, old wood, and fresh evergreens - home. It served as the perfect base for all of our (e)a(t)-dventures. How many times have I used the word perfect now? Perfect. To Beta and Emily: we are forever grateful for what you have created. It is engrained in our memories forever. Each detail you provided was so appreciated - from the qtips to toilet paper, coffee, tea, guide book, and even checking in on us throughout the weekend. We can't wait to be back.