3471 Summitridge Dr, Atlanta, GA 30340

You're driving, windows down, sun low. The streets curve it's giving natural big tree energy. Filtered and flirty. Then you see it. A low-slung 1960s split-level, standing calm on a half-acre lot. It's all drama and attitude like a leather jacket at a garden party. The standing seam roof is sharp enough to cut shadows. A courtyard tucked to the side like a sly grin. You slow down. Tap the brakes. You don't mean to stop, but here you are-stopped. Your partner is mid-scroll, head tilted. A hush falls over the both of you. You pull into the new driveway, your heart is racing. You dial the listing agents number on the sign. This isn't a flip. This is a resurrection. They gutted it. Then gave it a soul. Terrazzo countertops remind you of an art museum lobby. Original tongue-and-groove groovy wood ceilings stretching above like the inside of a cigar box. Onsite-finished oak floors underfoot, subtle, moody, perfect. You feel like you're walking through a movie set. Every detail is exact, every seam tailored perfectly. Downstairs, the den pulls you in like gravity. Wood-burning fireplace. Plush new carpet a 4th full bedroom, quiet magic. Upstairs, the primary bath surprises you. Deep forest green tile. Rainy-day spa vibes. Everything feels intentional. Earthy. Sexy. You step out onto the new back deck. Birdsong. Breeze. Flat and usable. More space than you ever dreamed of having. And if you listen closely, you can hear the faint laughter from the Swim & Tennis Club just down the street. This is Northcrest at its best: Mid-century bones. Modern spirit. Craft over trend. This house doesn't scream. It whispers. And you're already listening. 3471 Summitridge Drive. You didn't know you were looking for it. But here you are. Home.