Annexation is the least of my worries. I feel 99% confident in saying that I could live to be 100 right here and never be annexed.
There's too many miles between me and the city limit for one thing. There's the snotty-assed attitude of our "urbanites" for another. There's the Nolachuckey River for a third. Seems that is the dividing line between the town idiots and the country idiots. They don't want nothing to do with us, and the feeling is more than mutual. And the ongoing conception of "that part of the county" is the most powerful. I'd estimate at least half of the citizens are honestly afraid to be back here after dark. Oh, they drive past the house on pretty Saturdays and Sundays all the time...looking at the mountains, taking in the views, leisurely ambling about in their minivans and little convertible go-devil cars. Gets about dusk though...and watch 'em beat a path! Bats out of hell I tell ya. Guess they hear banjo music. There's a reputation about this little corner of God's country among the city folk. I further it every chance I get...I don't want 'em back here either, so why not keep 'em scared shitless? I bought this place to get the hell away from traffic, and congestion, and McDonald's on every corner. So they don't want us and we don't want them. Win-win at its finest.